Box I Made

I shredded the fate which I chose to weave.
For these mistakes I shall forever grieve.
But stay in this shell I can do no more.
They keep me pinned to this rotting floor.

Justice never met today; all it did was fall away.

With sunken eyes and hollow brittle bones;
Tread these halls which were never meant to be homes.
Acknowledge these cots I refuse to force myself to do.
What happened here I did pretending it was all for you.

Pressure right behind the eyes; excuse I have come to despise.

Sordid story dipped in eternal suspension.
This brutality is of my own invention.
Patchwork body built from strips of murder.
Lauded superiority birthed by sheltered fervor.

Forever damned, forever shamed; I am no victim in this box I made.