self-inflicted wounds


or were they?

self-designed dungeons

delved this deathless death



slave to wrath

struggling to pieces

trapped in a muffled wailing

the willing gift of subservience



the body injects the pain

but the mind is numb

the shackles are grim and they're yours

what is in your eyes?



False hues and deceptive shadows

A visual illusion

Outside that realm

she may never sleep in your castle