Grounded to the back seat of my life, failing to seize the moment and free my self from this prison, I am at the mercy of my captor.
Not a knight by any call, only an opportunist.
Shredding me of my clothes of pride, relieving me of my heart, he in turn plays the optimist and seizes what is good for him from this situation.
Consenting as it may appear, Its an Injustice by my terms.
A cruel crime that should imprison this villain, though important he may feel. Untouchable in his eyes,