Kidnapped in a bottle,
lies my rope winded happiness.

You were the boss,
who lacked manners.

You threatened for more.
And that moment, my life was at war.

You faked me a broken teethed opener,
when I thought it was my only hope.

The token you demanded,
caused my distress.

You took me to the place
where you did your deeds.

Pen in my hand, you forced me as I signed an unwilling contract.

My glassy eyes unshelled 
as water works cleared every land on my body.

You mocked my maker,
which felt like roasting each cell of my heart on the pan of an angry volcano.

You shook my happiness. While it collapsed after shouting for help.

Your burning words electrified
my system; boiling my dead blood to life.

You broke my soul into pieces, grinded it till it turned smooth.

I became light as powder who could be easily blown away by a breath of an ant.

The stars in my world pleaded on my behalf.
But what did you do? you laughed in their face.

My maker found an opener and released my trapped happiness.

Heartless as you are, gave me a mocking smile,
rolling a syringe across your knuckles.

My contentment will never rest in peace as long as you have an extract of that.