Your will cements these brick walls
And at your sobbed command
They are closing in.

They move to confine me,
To restrict me and blind me
With a darkness that reaches
A point of no return.

And then the black becomes nothing
And the cement starts to crumble,
And the walls are beginning to tumble
Down and down and down
Until there is grit in my teeth
And dust in my mouth
And blood in my hair.

You don't care
That I'm suffocating –
Being smothered to death
By an effigy of morality
That is more transparent
Than glass.

And I refuse to continue
Reading the lines
And playing the part
For a role I never auditioned for,
In a tragedy I did not write.