I was just a chance passenger
Desperate; shielded; armored
My wall rising higher
My fate is left to be shattered

I smelt the odor of hopelessness
Filling my lungs to the brink of helplessness
The grip is too tight
The conquest in its height

My lips are trembling
I am mumbling
My palms - sweating
Knees are shaking

The lack of air consumed
Cracked bones on my chest - my ribs
Devouring on my innocence. Ripped.
Am I to blame? He called the dibs.