my fortress is my kingdom
i thank thee for standing tall
behind me

when my knees weakens
and my breath is but bareable
if at all

i've done my regretables
and maybe i've done wrong

paranoia conquers me
and i turn blue
from the guts and up

it doesn't stop
continuation

less fears more knots to unbutton
i'm not subtle

though i did never force feed anyone
by the marks on where

i choke.