Skillet

Here I lie again inside this broken body
Wrestle against the tree, my muscles aching
To get up now is death, to die is to really live
Flesh is restless, twisting,
Spasms in my back increasing
Splinter me, splinter me
My heart, my head
Splinter me
Here I think again to try to solve this puzzle
What is not Yours I don't want
My mind aching to reconstruct my thoughts
Or let it blow away