BOUND

If you judge me by my cover you will never be able to read me
The fact is you will lie, bury, and then shelf me where I do not belong
Yet I am an epic soul deep I present tense emotion
However this depends if you are not to tally my writes totally wrong
I prefer to be positive so not onto me is any para grafted
I get you as I have read between the lines unlike those being  drafted
Faceless characters sure to be led from left to right by a con script
Spring to carry disorders to march in rime
voiceless cartoon strip
Turn to find a new leaf torn from the last page, a torment without ending
Suppose anger proves red colour binds all whom succumb to bending
Now focus on one chap terse, ready to follow every word to the last letter
Without end one realise it is fictitious believing this worn torn drama gets better
Each day since like countless many before, as he rose, returns a soul jarred
No longer stands to get attention, just pose disordered as traumatic stress embarked
A battle feels to be looping as his mind dies from the dying every raking moment
Severed countless times a scar lets crimson seep from an unhealed heart
Human no I.D. tagged as cold and hard back from the experience of a death time
No spiritual guidance, only mortal instructions to remain spirited whilst expunging the experience of a life… time after time after time
A messenger sent to Hell and backed by those who hire for reasons corrupt
From higher up a mess engineered, like a match made in heaven to ignite a fuse for one's ranked far above the core erupt
Cardinal rule loom in a sense over a sole journey for a soul searching to find a way back
No longer hold onto the belief, 'inflicting authorised carnage is a virtuous act'
So hard to be delivered from evil when accepted  partaking in deliverance of sin
Yet finally arrived to end this tour of delusion, a hero that once stood in place…
Have now evict him