• meenatchi 9w

    My hallowed soul knows very well,
    No one did husk me from that shell,
    My fate be just so kind,
    I plummeted down that bind.

    Pretty binds of meaningless hellos and pompous shows,
    Merely lustful touches and enslaving clutches,
    Tormenting words and being driven like herds,
    Superstitious rites and wronged rights.

    My hallowed soul knows very well,
    Those pretty binds were a death knell,
    My fate be just so kind,
    I plummeted down that deadly bind. 

    ©meenatchi