The ropes are not
tied tight enough
The color is not
black enough
The space is
not full enough
I am not empty
enough, I need
to be melted
and solidified
Destroyed and
obliterated
Recreated with
tainted windows
for eyes, Wearing
a different disguise
I will hide, I will die
under the burning
sun, happy does
not know me
It has disowned
me, I am half
broken and
half open.