What a punishment it must have been
to have lost your faithful's trust again.
No time to atone and no love to hone.
Turns out you have to relearn how to live alone.
Emotions become a circus
elephants parade around your stomach and clowns crowd your chest
your vision fills with smoke from the stoked fire that resides behind your burning breast.
Your thoughts flip from tight rope to tight rope
as your life teeters in your own hands
and you can faintly hear those frustrated, crashing fists of the bands.
Once clarity returns you find yourself staring into the face of the unforgiving lion.
With ease it reaches over and grasps your windpipe,
and as you try to breathe, you can't because you're dying.
Then reality mauls you from within
and you realize Fie! I'm the bad guy.