Stranger
Turn, Twist, until you hear, The crack, loud and clear, And wear, me down to the bone. Leave, things unclear, then sear, brand me unknown. Weep, I shall not, for fear, of unraveling, Clench my teeth, I atone. For the hands, That hath done this, Are now my own. Even though, it feels strange, we are, one. So, I shall do so, for it has to be done.