Alzthegreat

I feel the onset of silence as your thumbs press harder, My windpipe almost crushed under their bony strength... I cannot fight-I have lost the feeling in my knees... I look into your black soulless eyes,and see deep nothing... Yet anger is etched into the muscles of your jaw, As you hiss in my face with your soft spoken evil... Spitting in my half closed eyes with pure hatred, I slump, in a half hearted attempt to free myself... Yet, you are aware of my every subtle movement and breath... How can this be anger, when everything you do is so calculated, Your moods, and actions have become so predictable... Why can I not escape this