Into Tartarus

Their colorless haze always held her trapped,

Kept her blinded in hallowed embraces,

Tied up, choked up, unable to adapt,

Teased her with glimpses of taboo places.

A lust for freedom nests behind her eyes,

To fly vaguely into unmapped waters,

Yet plays a sweet babe, a cunning disguise

She believes like a lamb led to slaughter.

Another breaks at the chains of bondage,

A melody whistled into her chest,

The bait she takes, a sobering lozenge,

Immune to sounds of relative protest.

Tired of supposed blessings she turned,

From captive love, in Tartarus she burned.