Ça me retient.
Ça me retient.

The hook

Stuck in my throat,
piercing my flesh.
Keeping me,
from breathing
and where I am.

I was pulled out
of my misery with it,
just to find myself
In a place yet
more miserable.

My desires hang from it
swinging, performing
a beguiling dance.
Ever out of reach.

I shall hang from it,
its point being
stuck in my throat.