I deny any touch Ice cold metal A stiff collar Around my throat Here I choke On my lies I pity the fool That ever believed me Snot in my nose Runs into my mouth Pain is not penance enough But I am not god Or even wise Only humbled Against restraints That allow me No more than A fingers breath of air The night will take me As her own Before morning Can even set a wage What is the market for souls When I am only a host For such gentle chaos Rage within me All the deplorable things I will not last But how beautifully I will burn Making way Before the coming of the sun