you ever so slowly push your hand down my throat
gripping my heart as i gag on your arm
uproot it from my soul
and slide it out
leaving me hollow

yet i continue to write to walls
and talk until health starts to question
my fingers bleed unto my words
though every letter goes unread
my voice has started breeding horses
though you maintain yours stay unsaid

the strength you wield is twofold
shining brighter than the light
over your eyes though, a mask is fit
you've been running all your life

and every time your head doth turn
i fight against the pain
you grip my gut in your hand so tight
litter your floor with my remains

have you no mercy?
or does our distance leave your conscience feeling clean?