How can I be told to fight
When to fight is to lose?
I know that if I was to resist
It would no doubt enrage you
You control my fragile world
You're the eggshells beneath my feet
You're the reason that I cry
And the reasons I can't eat
You set the clocks, within these walls
You are the drugs that make me sleep
You induce my muteness and lack of thought
You are the salty tears, which I do weep
You are the anaesthetic that makes me numb
To the misery that's encased in my surrounds
You are the agonizing needle in my brain
You are the screams that make no sound
Oh, nameless, faceless tormentor
You are trapped within my sinew and bone
Perhaps, one day, I will be free
But only once I let you go
