I am laying down
The rusty red bricks
And
The dark wet heavy grey cement
In an almost robotic method
Cold and simple
Mechanic
To build the wall that will go in-between us

You can huff and puff
But you're never ever going to break me down

You are pathetic
You are unworthy
You are rotting away on the other side
You are already a corpse
Dying
From the uranium in your bones

I will create a quarantine of the heart
And why wouldn't you want me to?

You're the one who told me so.