non omnis moriar.

part of me is still alive,
an inch of me, still breathing,
a cry seeps out, so gently
the sound of his voice, decieving

i try to reach an invisible crutch
and my hand it seems to fall,
he creeps closer, pants heavier
it is now, i've lost it all

you'd think he wouldn't come back for me,
that i'd be left to clear up the mess,
but he's back for seconds, he wants some more
he wants to cook up some more distress

a scream won't reach my throat
while his hands are locked, so firm
just close my eyes, it'll be alright
i pray he'd go away

"why are you back, back for more?"
i squealed, pushing words out,
he hissed, and struck, my face he missed
and left the room, for good?

i wished i was no longer here,
no more surprises, no more games,
but part of me will still remain
non omnis moriar.