You could see me bleeding
from the sores of excessive freedom.
You could see me strangling
Your decrees with an iron chain
you could see me leaving
before you stumbled upon nascent bloodstains.
you could see me playing
with those scales that preserve your balance.
Your imbecile vision only limited to retrospect,
thus let me fill your mouth with lead bars.
you better bend before I break you lest
your amends will shadow my whims.