Hol

Like a trapped fly, burning in the water
Slowly, sucked into the sinkhole.
Nothing I can do, nothing I can say.
I feel so drained, as arms slip away
Maybe I should just wait.

Like a penguin, dangerously north
Not realising that there's
Different types of cold.

Maybe one day
I'll -
- interrupted, by such sugar coated words.
I want them to stop. For I know what blackened ruins
Of selfish love lay not so deeply beneath the lies.
I tear down the space
I just want for once, some to myself.
Though the door is closed,
And though mine is locked
Too scared to find the long lost key
I lie and say it's a mystery,
As to why
I stay unexposed

I know that I'll never forget what I saw.
As trust lay bleeding on the floor.

I'll be able to open my eyes
Without wishing
I was in a different place.

I know that we're human.
But, sometimes I feel
As if I'm from a different race.