What You'll Do

Stunt my motion.
Rob me of emotion.
Pull me apart.
Rip out my heart.
Leave me to bleed
So that maybe I'll see
The truth of you
And all you do.

Attack my mind.
Leave nothing behind.
Shoot me down.
I will not make a sound.
Leave me in need
So that maybe I'll see
The truth of you
And what you'll do.



Amelia Napiorkowski