Stolen in the night

To places unreachable

Redemption out of the question

It seems illogical

For you to be asking

For permission

I've been stabbed


There's no point

In retracting the knife

Take it in stride

Keep walking


Never turn around

On pain of death

I'll perish for the sake

Of your sanity

Whatever it takes

Name it.

I'm to be used for purposes

Unknown to me

Question it?


Accept it?


Shame on you

For pretending to care.