This mind that grinds & twists beneath the skin

[tectak]

This mind that grinds & twists beneath the skin, grinds and twists. This is not texting.Good opener. Avoid, desist, from the temptation to capitalise each line start. It is retro.
Like flaxen rope that tightens 'round the doomed: round
It mortifies for what it knows as sin.
The hangman's wife, she smiles over the loom
And weaves a dress that binds around the chest Unless you punctuate to clarity I have the hang MAN in a tight dress. I feel Freud creeping in!
His breath to make confined and stutter short,
Though freer than the suffocated breast
On which he softly treads and pulls athwart. Sounds good...means nothing. Help

At dawn he dons his hood and hands me mine.
Like guilty lovers thrust into the light,
Though impotent from cowardice and wine,
We consummate the wedding of delight
And that which will destroy us all in time,
As Thanatos and Eros realign. Be very careful with Freudian confirmations. Thanatos was around( mythically speaking) before Freud. Thanatos was the silent killer, the gentle death, the sleep into the endless night. Freud theorised the shit out of the death wish but never declared a liaison with any contra ( gegengewich) theoretical construct. I must say that I like the firstness of the idea but think it is flawed from the outset. To be discussed.

Yes. I like myself for liking this. Now that is Freudian
The obscurity is intentional and I can live with this. You may feel disinclined to explain your intent. That is fine. It is an obscure poem....but make it poetic. The punctuation is, errr, innovative.
Best,
tectak

I know myself that this is might be a bit unclear or abstract, but I don't really know.