My boundaries?
Trampled again.
Like stampedes of hooves,
Smashing my cattle fences,
Dashing all –
Into a thousand muddy pieces.
Best fucking liar I’ve ever known,
Brother.
But I’m smarter than you.
Your demons haunt you still,
Whilst mine are chained,
Leashed in steel links,
Braided to my forearm.
Steel Chains Wrapped About The Forearm.
