wrapped in barbed wire laced duct tape

the death of my soul, as it suffocates in a pandemonium of questions.

I m trying hard to loosen the bonds but the ropes grip so tight. They're so fucking tight and I can't even scream because they're round my neck also. I m being strangled but I can't cry for my eyes have been stitched. I can't speak for my mouth has been taped and all I hear are the fucking questions.

Who is right?
Who is wrong?

Does it matter motherfucker?

Do I need to kill someone to breathe easier. Is that the purpose of an individual, to struggle for an answer so that when he finds it, if he finds it, he can die in peace. My world breathes contempt. My world exists behind an iron mask. My world might be coming to an end. But I ll make sure if my world goes down, yours will too.

For we are but the same person.