Bound


Wish I could feel,
Like I never have before.
Wish I could deal,
With my life on this floor.

With opened wounds,
And a swelling sore,
I spy the tombs,
Just beyond my front door.

Could you make me feel,
Like I never have before?
It would mean a great deal,
To be picked up off this floor.

And live a life above the grave.
Yet I am tied,
To the life I have made.
Despite difference tried.

Could I again feel,
As I once did before?
It was such a big deal,
Not to be bound to this floor.

Yet alone I'll die,
Within my hollow head.
As In the dark I lie,
On this cold hard bed.

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