Lovely binding winding words
release their strength of scheming curse
weaving and twisting through gruesome trails
writhing indecent upon grit and nails
is this the bed I've slaved for sleep?
Or where my sadness go to weep?
this transformed new, epiphany of mine
Has worked it's way thru this soul of mine
I douse the bed with gasoline and light the match and watch it gleam!
The beautiful flames catch my eyes
I walk away to my new life