Abused and Frightened

I am to be

Dimmer the lights, the dark I see

Hearts are bleeding

Windows are shattering

The more vibes I get

The more frighten I become

Hype veins are still with no movement at all

Houses keep moving

Body parts keep climbing

I see no pressure, what so ever

Still as a statue

I am to be

Begging for help and relief

No more spare of time

I have no more

Thumping of my bones

are louder than before

These hands are stiff

like flour with dough

I sleep with my eyes

that bleed with no soul

Delicate and Rough

Shadows will breathe

So dark and belief

I lay to rest, with only

one life to spare