scissorgrinder

I'm told I have a rabbit's heart

and I fear it is 'bout to give out

was not like this from the start

and when all falls apart

left with one less leg to stand on

luck is all but naught



suffocate, we all together drown

breathe deep the water, 'fore we

run for the hills, Watership Down

noose tightens, throat cannot sound

caught in the snare,

sky looks an awful lot like ground



I know I have a rabbit's heart

I fear it has already given out

was it like this from the start?

when did I fall apart

now there's no more water in the well,

entering a drought



caught, ensnared, faced with ground

chew through my leg, just to get down