From Raskolynikov@21:1/5 to All on Sat Sep 2 04:19:46 2023
THE THOUGHT CONSTRICTOR
I'm breathing in
I'm breathing out
I travel far
There is no doubt
A mutiny
That starts at home
When I return
I'm all alone
Decreased range in shackles, chains
Betrayed by blood that's in my veins
Surrounded by the thoughts that sold
They sell too cheap
En masse they're bold
The angry crowds that eat my flesh
I sit in webs
The day is fresh