Captive

They want to take me to the mountains,

Shoot me on the spot.

They take and take and take,

Until my soul's torn up.

It's true, they'll keep me captive until I've given up,

They'll leave me in the mountains, they'll leave me there to rot.

Dragged by my hair,

My feet bound by rope.

My back shred up from sticks and stones,

But my bones haven't broke.

The words they speak reflect off each other,

The plans they have for me.

I do not fear death,

I do not fear dying.

My breath is short,

I'm kept quiet with tape. 

I couldn't say anything,

It's already too late.

The branches will be the last thing I see,

As I look to the sky for one last relief.