Hurt me tender,
Kill me slow...

I don't know you or how you feel,
Convinced myself that you need to heal...

I am a figurine
So very fragile...

Trapping me in a web of happiness,
But truly it is all an illusion...

The moon reflected in her eyes,
Hiding the truth behind so many lies...

Cradle your head in my arms,
I will keep you away from all the harms...

A war rages inside this fragile body of mine
That hurts like a son of a gun...

You wake me up,
You put me to sleep...

They whisper a story, in such a soft voice,
You have to stay still and quiet to hear them...

He sits there quietly,
This elderly man who knows so much of me...

He watches her, face neutral as his knife runs...
The fire burning in his emerald eyes...

I have built a wall around me,
Building it block by block...