The Fall

Enclosed behind this chamber lies the fall,
which man can't hide; a grip of anacondas
that's shaping and breaking my mind.
But I'm fine, let me be
there's the pride and it's strangling me.
So I bleed with my grip, looking past what should matter.
Now I'm nailing flesh to the tree,
understanding why bloodcovers me.
I'm afraid just to breathe,
cause the flames burning flesh feel so sweet.