Bound to you, I cannot see the future.
Where am I going, where have I been-
those are questions you answer willingly,
quickly doling out responses, no hesitation in your voice.
What do you see? A body bound by you.
Kept close, tied tight, like a gift ready to be opened,
but only by you.
You keep me this way, easy and so calm,
a t-shirt and jeans, so casual and benign.
Not a worry, we’re just playing.
Is this practiced nonchalance?
I don’t know. I can’t tell anymore.
The trust has been eroded, because I was the one bound-
and blinded by my love.
So easily you slipped the ropes around my arms,
the blindfold over my eyes-
because I trusted you.
Then I found you lied.
Yet, I’m bound to you.
The refrain is sickening, it’s a chorus of poisoned sparrows,
poisoned arrows, poisoned darts.
Oh my heart-
the decadence it craved,
a crazed soliloquy,