never at ease

beg on your knees
terrified of that one place
where you don't want to get

forcing the fragments
to show up
revealing all the scars
adding bricks to the wall

miserable
they hold on to water
while fear strikes it's roots
till they drown

they come with great anticipation
sucking all the essence
till the very last drop

through endless filters
it slowly floats
misfortune looks down,
shamelessly gloats

if it could only end soon
...so we'd still be true