no remedies for insanity

my wrist are being pulled by my weight
i hear the tree branches squeak...the sound is from my chains that are connected to my wrist....i hear them come out from the back door..

" shes almost ready...." then there is a deep uncomfortable silence, that makes my stomach knot up

" shes dying....Shes dying...SHES DYING...SHES FUCKING DYING"
they chant these words as if i'm not even there...

i know the consequences but i do it anyway...i scream " HELP ME!! PLEASE HELP ME" before i could even continue i feel my skin being ripped open..my warm flesh making the cool air no more... then the worst part of it all happens....the warm liquid escapes my wound.

" not yet...she can't die yet...shes much to beautiful to die" but then i hear another voice say " but much too dangerous to stay alive....that's why she must remain here"

oh my concrete rose....how i wish you loved me