• The feeling,

    Of something so small,

    Of something so weak,

    I can't hold on.

    I can't breathe.


    The sight,

    Of something so strange,

    Of something so cruel.

    I can't imagine.

    I can't believe.


    The sound,

    Of something so precious,

    Of something so alone,

    I can't trust.

    I can't be intrigued.


    The taste,

    Of something so bitter,

    Of something so harsh.

    I can't take.

    I can't see.


    The smell,

    Of something so bile,

    Of something so unreal,

    I can't leave;

    I can't stay.


    It's something,

    That holds on to you,

    That you trust.

    You can't move.

    You can't believe.


    It's something,

    That you hide from,

    That you don't believe.

    You just sit back,

    You just let it be.


    Why wouldn't you?

    It's just your heart,

    It's just your feelings,

    It's just your being,

    It's just your life.