Tragic means posess no end
I am writhened, can't see, say nor tell
She will make me die
Let me go outside
Leave her to die
Tearing myself apart, let her too far
Wanting too much to share, a sweetness, a life
Never should she know
But if I ever told - I'd say she abondoned me in the dark
Wanting herself to catch air
Watching me in all her glory
Sparing a sacred honor, making me scared in fear
Leaving a widowed lonesomeness
Feasting on my state of despair
It's her selfishness in this state of obstinate stress
She's acting on her cognition, imposing her state of confusion
Needing me in her troubles
Her facade, her fables
Putting me in distress!
Stress and  compress my love and freedom!
She feels my emotions are a game,
She will feed on them again when they are wholesome!