Tied to Lost

When the boneless have no soul

You eat the sympathy it uncovers

Guilt is your only friend, the only real goal

Your mind and the actions are lovers

Bleeding temptations that do not sink lust

Carving the wishes in skin, for an always reminder

Not even your own being gives the clenching trust

You said no evil but lost connection, loss of a binder

Love was a questionable quench, but never a surviving light

Making dreams live in a vivid historic moment

And the morning and disgrace is such a bite

The death looks so pleasing, so delightfully foment

Being in the same mind space, just never felt right