Fear is clutching at my throat
No room to breathe, all thoughts distraught
All that seemed so clear just moments before
Is now but a storm that is blowing ashore

I open my mouth but there is no sound
I try to move, but my limbs are bound
The shackles of love are too strong to escape
You have my heart, I'm a slave to its fate

I cry silent tears, they torment my soul
Why do you do this to me, what is your goal
At the sound of anger in your screaming voice
I whisper that I'm sorry, as if I had a choice

A moment, and I have returned to a place
Where there's constant worry and I'm in distress
Where I'm afraid to take a breath because I do not know
When once again your anger your heart to me will show

Alone with insecurities and fears in my heart
I hope and pray that never you'll want to be apart
That you won't want to leave me, that you will want to stay
But now I can't be sure, of what you are going to say ...


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Mayan, in the year 303 AF.