Inspired by Get Out

Just when I thought it could get no worse,

Bold, but I've been lying.

Here I'm bound, insidious curse.

Told nothing was left to take.

Daze about in abject terror.

If I don't escape the fairer.

Doesn't hatred harm the bearer?

Was mine pigment caused the error?

From my breath was deemed the rarer.

Thrashing ever, sunken sharer.

I eternally lost: the starer.

They intent, debase: my wearer.