Each movement hoped to be unseen
Thought maybe a moment will be peace
An flashing in my mind in flickering series
Leaves me constricted and in pieces.
She’s always watching
I feel like bursting
The clock’s ticking
Who knows when she’ll start reigning?
Everything’s taken away and thrown
Apart from a single flicker of hope
But all I knew is now torn
I still wish things were like they were before.
But I know this is not the end
For now there is a vessel and a friend
Unwanted betrayal like a broken trend
Her disproving murmurs in my mind without rent.
~E.A.M.
