I wish I could say to just stay away

stacking stones on top of bones until i hear them crack i never thought success would weigh so heavy on my back now these words i wished retract still move towards the attack I never thought each passing day I’d waste away at that, nights spent scheming and days spent dreaming with these words ill be repeating i must pull up the slack its a fact, im stacking racks tracking pacts, ive filled my sack, but this doorway is intact, i cant get out or rather shout, “brace for some impact to clout,” im devote, defeated, decidedly im beaten but theres one thing i wont say, one flag i’ll never raise, rather fly half-staff today, then be taken up in chains, i think this is my siren song, my solemn silique, i wish i had a better way to warn not to be me