Deaths Grip, Your Grip

You drive me crazy
& perhaps--up a wall
You clip my wings
Determined to see me fall...

You haunt & torment
My very heart
You take my life
Like a paintbrush to art

To your will
You have me bound
Smothering my lungs
Escaping no sound

I hate you...for what you've done
Making me suffer
Through this madness
Insanity like no other...

You hear me scream
Yet you take no notice
You bring me pain
But...you already know this.

Unbind me please
I beg of thee
For if you don't...
You shall be the death of me.