So blindly we move to act,
and so did I —
chasing a fleeting comfort,
slipping, somehow, into the dark.
It preys upon my ruin,
leaving wounds that never close;
I scream, I cry, I beg for help,
but it tears me down, again and again.
I run from him, undone,
a crowd gathers to watch — never to help —
and he breaks me, again and again.
And it is never only once:
I live it every single day —
that face, watching me, merciless,
while I, helpless as ever, go numb and weep.
Facing him, again and again,
he laughs at every tear;
the more I break, the more he revels,
as he draws the very life out of me.
He plays it out; I go numb just hearing it.
He fills my veins with his poison,
and now I lean on him to save me —
the one who ruins me… will he ever help?
So strange this world is,
so artificial, all of them;
some have hidden from their own sanity —
cowards, every one.
And I…
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