All Shall Be Mine

Sometimes I indulge in vice...
Sometimes I'm far from nice...
And that is what you feel..
But that is how I heal.

The sun did not shine...
And I needed to pine...
You could not help but assume...
You went and had me entombed.

Though now I am trapped...
All buried and strapped...
Things could not hide...
Things are now left wide...

All is open...
All is good...
All is restored...
And all shall be mine.

- Thanyarat Komolsingsakul