When the box is enclosing
Shadowed corners commence
There is no one to help you
Left feeling a fool

Begging for resistance
Even mercy at best
If that was existent
Head and heart wouldn't duel

Alone to understanding
Sorting through what is known
Expected is forgiven
What comes next will be shown

Hurry, find tape needle and thread
Hot glue, any glue and a sharpie that's red
Grab gloves for your safety as you are to mend
Be quick, time is precious not sure when it ends
Precision is needed right from the start
Piece by piece, please mend my heart

Begging for skin to skin with grace
Delicate wisps of the air
Heat creates upon bonding
Leave nothing behind to spare
Grasping tight to thoughtless desire
Without forgiveness I bleed
Laid out before you bare and true
Waiting for you to feed