Helpless is what I feel, is what I am, You Smothered in deceit and willful anguish Buried six feet under own blood skin With just enough room to breathe Enough to tear up, enough to tear apart Digesting lovers, kiss by kiss, Wriggling in shackles, movement Too subtle to the ones around I saw you. Helpless is how I watch, is how I console, You Hanging by rope, hope-woven Choking a withering tree whose roots yearn affection Mum with pride, like you never lost a war Won’t bend but crumble, falling pieces extinguish silence Too faint to the ones around I heard you. Helpless in words I speak, in when I touch, You Bread crumb trail amidst woeful boulevard False power and prudence and pride and joy, this shell Inanimate character breathed to an exhausting life Stretched hands reaching in the flickering dark, touch Too weak to the ones around I felt you. Been through the worst, worse is on its way Helpless I am and helpless I come to you...