These Shackles that Bind me

These Shackles That Bind Me

Dirty illusions of the mind

Cunning and calculated tricks from behind

Lucid dreams, livid with rage

Endless pleasure, like torture, slowly fades

Lies spun like silk, a joyful disaster

Enticing you with glory, only to be taken away once more

Scorching of flames, licking your insides

Like retribution, for the web spun of deception

Tears of sun, like drops of gold

All men fell prey to greed, another Midas to have been sold

Sold to their own flaws, their fears, the foiled

Their past fruits of heaven now in turmoil

Make a deal with greed, sow the seeds of the devil you seek

Make a deal with desire, fall prey to your own disorder

Make a deal with envy, handcuffed without its lock or key

Make a deal with lust, wither like a flower, wilted from broken trust

Make a deal with wrath, invoking the darkness of a solitary path,

Make a deal with pride, tumble down from your fall, nowhere to hide

A life for a life, an eye for an eye

Drunk off your displeasure,

Slave to solitude,

Cries of your carelessness

Ruled all by the riddled,

Delusional, and oh so destructive mind