As I stood there
Restrained
Helpless
Alone in my mind
I saw us tethered together
With a red string

And I took my scissors
And slowly but surely starting cutting at it
It's fraying
Finally fraying
And with each hit
With every sharp sound of the whip and the cheers of my likeminded peers,
I can finally forget what you smell like
What you look like
What you sound like