Impasse

I bite the hook for little vermin

that you stuck out as bait,

I slowly creep into the rat-trap

while patiently you wait.

You drag me helpless all along,

I bleed, and I leave marks

But you wipe your floor as clean as new

then feed me to the sharks.

But little by little

your limbs turn brittle,

coz nothing's worth a dime.

So you give up all

and watch me crawl,

but you die a little every time.

So that's the plot of our tragic story,

the drama that's for none to see

And if at all we were to show,

they'd pass it for a comedy.

So you drag me out into the daylight

and leave me on the road,

I'm run down by the speeding cars

while you still bear your load.

But little by little

your limbs turn brittle

and you crumble to the ground,

And you give up all

to watch me crawl

but never make a sound.