Affixed to death you seem to be,
dedicated to your final bow
even when I as an escapee
attempt to slow ending as time allows
a question of why resounds aloud
for why would someone heed a careless thing?
darkness pacifies the truth abound
for twisted it seems this linguistic string
yet I plan to capture your demon
seal it in a mason jar forever
as long as you can find some reason
and realize ties don’t need to sever
The day will come when torments cease
only to illuminate true peace.