They Catch Secrets

They throw stones and keep whispering
over and over and over again...

we know your secret
we know who you are
we know what you keep locked in that box
we know...

...they want it
they tell me so
and they kick me...
...i fall...

Over and over and over again
i'm greeted with their heels
digging into my face...
...maybe if life is kind,
i could just die here ...

They want to know the answers
that I simply do not have.

in my delerium
i remembered nothing
and I felt no pain

I could only see the blood
running on the concrete
and the world
spinning, tumbling
from hands so much
heavier than my own.

I ache for oblivion.