The grip is tight without remorse
Suppressing memories of my execution 
Betrayal sharp and thin as a knife between the spine
The uneasieness of the crippling fear of defeat 
Secrets so sick they stench of rotting flesh

Forgiveness is an elixir
A medicine for the pain
Abandon thyself in means
To achieve a place of tranquility

Self is all I have 
Self will last indefinitely 
Self betrayal is thick
Like mud on the bayou
Like oil on the water
An eye for an eye
Vengeance, as the mere result of vulnerability

Free yourself,
Let it go
Find a way to feed your soul.