Won't thy let I breathe?
Thy icy-cold glare, trapped I,
Inside thy raging soul's wrath.

Won't thy let I Grin?
Thy perfidy scornful grin,
Frightened I, to my bones.

Won't thy let I love?
Thy selfish soul, so treachery,
Makes I fathom, there's none.

Won't thy let I die?
Thy proudful toughness,
Makes I weak.

Won't thy wane from I?
To thy birth,
For thy linger makes I stifle.

Oh! Brokeness,
Release I from thy seize,
For I can't die nor live.
© Tekasangba walling