Opression

Why can I feel my heartbeat in my throat
Pulsing through my body, the blood
The feeling
The sickening emotion and painful discretion
Nothing I can control, when I feel the way that I do
Your name inside, A word of a lie
The numbing sensation like the moonlight across the flesh
Streaming a river of a thousand colors
And a thousand sentences crying from the tool to the arm
Being alone and feeling so dead
Like the soul that was supposed to come with
Come with the body
An empty shell I live in
Until I can survive without this
And without you
For I am oppressed