A simple word
Is all it takes
To rid me of my dreams.
A grimace
Or sarcastic smile,
Or attempt to be supreme.
It’s not a lot,
No effort there,
To kill me from inside.
No fancy lights,
No struggles, fights,
Don’t need a place to hide.
Don’t need arrows,
Don’t need bows
To infiltrate my walls.
Call for sparrows,
Call for crows,
Or call nothing at all.
Don’t throw a punch,
Or fling an arm,
There’s nothing left to break.
Your words, your face,
Disgusting grace,
Oh, stop, for Heaven’s sake!
