Like a blade into feelings
Bleeding emotions
Hidden by formless dress
Chained to be mocked
Knowing the end and how it comes
Heart teased
Continually bruised
Constantly battered
No release
Suppressed by tyranny
Only fear of not lasting til the end
When will it come?
They say soon
Because it is never enough for them
There's always something else
Either new or repeated
And I don't know which is worse