taking its fill of my heart
I cry for it to stop,
but destruction is its art.
Broken and shattered
with not one help in my sight.
It buries me beneath-
the touches of human light
And traps my body
into great blackness that sears my will.
My tears it ignores
my plight becomes its mean thrill
To see my back snapped
and my fingers withered from pain
Brings it pleasure and fun
as it pulls me with its chain.
It takes such delight and laughs,
saying no one will come
And I quiver;
I quiver within my mind, a slum
Because here in this cage, without you,
I am alone
And as time passes,
I fear my heart will stay unknown.
Loneliness, I am near it; it's claws on my neck
I sink back into its winter and die a wreck

