Unsure as I am on how to proceed
I bow to your summons, defer to your need.
For I see in your eyes
The plea to despise,
And I, like a pill, succumb to your greed.
What will you do when I break from my cell,
Not heeding your call, ignoring your yell?
Will you wither and die,
Or scream, scold and lie,
As I drag your soul down to foul hell?