And my eyes have found its way into an enlightenment from a folly.
And I tell myself, fool, I'm counting your days now.
And I let myself trudge on with hooks upon my back, tearing the flesh out throbbing and searing and pulling onto chains the weights of my own stupidity.
And my bones leak and grate.
And how they scream, from the scratching and gnawing of the iron claws.
And now I witness the eyes as they tell on their owner.
How difficult it is as well to pull on his own chains shackled to the legs that refuse to walk a different path.
I submit...