captured into this ball of darkness,
pinned with black brooch,
and painted with black ink,
you drew me from him,
and left me to strive my way,
in a glimpse you held behind my collar.

what am i?
a creature to be kept when needed?
then neglected when ignored?
after all those miles,
all those miles alone,
only now you want to join my journey?
isn't it too far behind?
have you thought of the silent sheds beneath breath?
have you thought of those moonless night?
have you?

now that you grip on my collar,
i'll try to run,
but i couldn't,
it's not your fingers that held me back,
it's my emotion,
which is something all man lose to.

now breathless and blurred,
a lifeless corpse trailing behind those fingers...
in all emotion,
of anger, bliss, uncertainty and sanity,
bound with hopeless strength.