Talking heart

Tired

my life's been sucked
out of me
I'm exhausted
portrayed as filthy

yet I still
have the power
to stand up
in front of the tower

I'll talk to it
I'll talk to you
so loosen your grip
how else will I do

my weapons
are all on the floor
as I was already killed
at the door

"let me help you,
get out of there"
I had helped
before you pulled my hair

"you will be
suffocated,
I have more space"
but I've been betrayed

"forgive me, father"
I had pleaded,
as I fell in my own
liquid traces

red everywhere
it came from me
when I still had the chance
to be free

now that I've
I have lost
in your possession
too much cost