The bearer of burden returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety 
It remains to torture me until I breathe and don't scream 
It stays to chip away at me until I sleep and don't dream 
Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpents's tongue, rendering me still - a quadripilegic in an iron lung 
On my back with scavengers above 
The scent of carrion - rotting love 
Master your fear