Step on my throat and break my bones
Bury me under the rugged ground
And leave me there
To put myself back together.
Keep me locked
In a dungeon of shattered glass
To match the pain of a hope lost,
Digging out under the rusted metal bars.
Leave me trapped
Surrounded by pulling tidal waves
Drowning in misery
Trying to escape the wretched water.
I will not forfeit
These games that torture me
Because the game maker
Will lose their own battle.