「 Of Hearts 」

I took it then: a Payment,

debt Sealed. In Desperation

people make brash Bargains

when faced without options, and Fixation.

Still beating, I Owned there onward

what Faiths and Desires

Ordered the path of

The Philanthropist, O! I won him.

It'd been long since—a Dominating

sense of Satisfaction deep,

engrossed in a mire

I'd cultivated from carnivorous, Starved Men.

Bleating in my joyousness, I Caged

and Controlled what future

He kept—A Thread

to tug, what I'd left? Handprints.

Was it worth it? Or rather

my Mischief—Abuses thereon

taken more than given.

Was it better? Sacrifice, for reanimation?

He should have mourned.

Life—Untethered, is it not superior

to existing, Chained to two deaths?

There's no return, henceforth.