I pushed my dagger through the membrane

of that taught tension I carried around

to see your eyes I cut through the hole

But I am stuck now

To push and pull against my luck

Thats all I can do

Is it enough I ask myself

and find no answer that rules

I gauged out lines on the floor

like the crude scratched lines of a blood spell

I dipped my hand in your hold

but If I am free

why dO i feel so drugged??

The price of your freedom

I am willing to pay

But I am interested in my

price to be your slave..

The blue sky so dark

hides my tears so free

I desperately try to keep them

and the price you’ll ask of me

is a price I am willing to pay.