scars torn open

bondage slave

eating my wrists



a thrust that numbs the pain

secondary now the instinct

thrust beyond control

chaotic are the tracks before me

barren are the ones behind

carried in a cage controlling



driven on, driven in

taken to the extreme

headlong onto the breach



pumping fast, the race is on

furious in striving

the feast of burden begins

the enslaving force

thrown ahead

unrelenting

faithfully holding fast



steaming ahead unknowing

careless again it seems

oblivious to the pressure

the feast of burden begins






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