Sewn shut
I can do no harm
With the harbored demons
The grief, I thoughtlessly dispense

Bottled up
For the greater good
My dreams discolor
Enthralled, by their tune of death

On the brink
Swollen
And plagued with despair

The world
Shall fearlessly
Transpire

Feather-light
Upon solace
I hardly know

In flight
From the snares
Of my faithful
And tireless screams