Bullies are the kings that rule kingdoms

but drown us puppets in the tears shed

whirling

down deep in the dooms of despair

taking a breathe afraid to protect

holding in the quarrel of hurt

cutting at the dark wimps of deadness

eating our hearts

ambition isn’t our goal

living is a choice we decide to end

all for one who trails along our tail end

ugly, stupid, kill your self

its never ending

shadow masking decisions

the live heartbeat is accountable of feeling grazed and broken

we often follow our monsters into our closest

to suck the purity and replace it with scarcity

in fear of being kept hostage

for a life time

to our masters

wanting to escape with the pills kept at hand

by our bedside

convinced this was the only way out

too late

it’s the end