Some moments, I get a reprieve. From your torture, your smile, your sadistically unapologetic pain. I’m reminded, Short-lived reprieve, I’m reminded. I will not stop or rest. You’re my home. There is no rest, for anyone who stands in my way. Until you’re home. The pain offers me the gift of sadistic, motivation. It comes, with vengeance, the breath vacates my lungs, tears sting my green eyes, my heart seized, twisted with agony. My knees give way.
I miss my soul, my insides.
I will not rest,
You will not serve my sentence,
I will never give up.
I will never give up.