The Jabberwock

He took my air, my lungs still pumping
My heat beats faster, if there was bumping
He took my skin, standing up
If my blood drips – he’s the cup

He took my air
My care
My seething
The shorter the gap
The shorter the breathing
His eyes stare down – pierced soul
He promised this would make us whole
A banquet, is the single ask
Even he, took this task
Tasty are his tear stains
If only – they could be drained

He takes me east
Its not fair
He takes me west
He took my air
He ravaged all the world could see
The fire he says – we should be
He takes me down
To the depths
We could drown
If we wept
He took me too
With that stare
My care
My worries
My every hair
If I could sum it up to you
He took me there
He took my air