devoured time with your story of fiction   caste into my flesh like a hook   through my lips that has kept me bonded   and remained silent with stitches   keep me bounded by your wonders   tied up and gagged by your curse   caress my dead soul with your wisdom   for this is the last straw I am the victim   your silence helped consume me   never to let the door be kicked in   and to share my pain within myself   no one else   as this casket is closed over me   full of razors and nails   the screams of agony   through small cracks inside.