don't resist
I'll force it down your throat because it's good for you. If you won't swallow, then you'll choke to death, and I'll bury you in a shallow grave.
Beautiful. She is a beauty beyond words. She is undying. She is eternally sublime. She can be altered by no man lest she be destroyed completely, yet she has no say in where she spends her life. She will stay there against the wall, silent in her determination to be something more. She is watched, day after day, but the despair in her eyes goes unseen. The feathers fall from her wings like the teardrops she cannot show, and through her suffering a new path will soon appear. The broken pieces of her ravaged soul will light this dusty earth, guiding her alone to a place better than this. In the morning, they will find her dead, though she'll not have moved an inch.
Beautiful. She is a beauty beyond words. She is undying. She is eternally sublime. She can be altered by no man lest she be destroyed completely, yet she has no say in where she spends her life. She will stay there against the wall, silent in her determination to be something more. She is watched, day after day, but the despair in her eyes goes unseen. The feathers fall from her wings like the teardrops she cannot show, and through her suffering a new path will soon appear. The broken pieces of her ravaged soul will light this dusty earth, guiding her alone to a place better than this. In the morning, they will find her dead, though she'll not have moved an inch.