Nine

"I am a given sin and that's why I refuse to let you win."

If the trees rip away my needs, it's only because I have no need to breathe.

If the light shines down and kills my frown, well I'll curse it and make it die down.

So if you stalk and watch me like a flock, staring away at the sudden change in stocks.

I'll rip your limbs and sew them to those trees. (For your soul is mine to keep.)

And if you ever do find me, I guess it was the wind that set you free.

So I'll cut up your severed bones and watch as my buildings atone for stones.

I'll hear the commotion of the wheels in motion, dipping my blood in the seas of reveries.

"I will forever be a sinful thing and that's why I refuse to seek my own liberty."