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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