Strike one, strike two, strike three, strike four

Strike strike strike 

The never ending inning 

The ball you threw in my court 

Words bouncing against the wind on my skin 

I feel every breath you take 

All of me taken for the intake 

I am no more than substance 

Molding to your every move 

We are high

Yet I feel so low

You've knocked me down 

On my knees 

Begging and praying for it all to cease

Shove my head closer and closer 

Feeling all of you in me 

Choking on all the pain you inflict 

Striking me with all your might 

Pushing harder and harder 

Like a contained volcano you erupt 

All your venom slowly trickles all over my body 

Oozing into my skin 

My flesh burns like fire

Welts all over 

Unrecognizable to any known eye 

Who is this 

Who am I 

I am broken.