Twisting, writhing through your weak body,
You let those snippets of cruel words
Consume you and your impressionable mind.
Under the spell of the darkness
That wraps you up so easily,
You cannot hear my wary voice.
Eyes light up with fear, concealing
The ghoulish pallor of your
Withered, weary face
Years of unrelenting doubt and distress
Have forced a frail frame upon you;
Along with a weak and ruined heart.