Argument

Speaking
Always with a quivering voice
The heart is draining and the mind runs over
Barely holding onto what I have
What I have is next to nothing

And so you unlock my door
With your eyes locked upon my throat
Cutting gashes in the skin of my soul
Blood is simmering and the night sky is red
Your eyes are dark like the corner of this room
But I knew that those monsters were there

Just fleeting you say
Your tears fall and your words fall with them
All I can do is brace for impact
Decide
Retreat to high ground
You nailed the script but your performance is dry

I am no coward
You are no master
Exposition brings no closure
Dislocated
I hope you feel better after your rage
You never even touched me