I Write Whatever I Want To Write

The poison in the air smells just like the perfume you wore on the night you sold your soul.

I really wish these ropes that I'm bound with were fastened sturdy enough that I could never escape, but it would be so easy to walk away, if I chose to

How long can one man suffer dying slowly....being violently robbed and assaulted to the very core of my being?

How long do you think I'll last?