Box of nails

Boxed nails narrow bars

Steel cascade fluttering against flattering flesh

Borrowed time barring nature's free

Shattered soul with barren flares

Carcass cared away 

A bred creature calculated by decay

Growing more frigid with everyday

Squirming for the light

For freedoms road of night

Clawing anxious for an sign of relief

Repairing ripped wings 

In hoping of one day being able 

To set the rules and standards for her own table

For her kindness is being killed

By the needy hands of ungrateful deviant sieves