Control

Control
If I were a puppet master,
if we were all puppet masters,
we would make us dance.
I tug and he jerks to the left.
You tug and she jumps to the right.
So much fun until you find out that
you have no say in yourself
and that is called
destiny.

My strings are cut.
I stare down at me helplessly.

Our tension broke

Our tension broke
We fought
and, man, did I fight back.
A single comment and
guns were blazing, armors on,
teeth guard in and earrings off.
Nails sharpened, hair tied up,
swords drawn,
the battle starts.

A huge clash between two giant armies.
It was an explosion of the highest state.
Bullets shot and wounds salted.
A treaty within reach but none bothered.

I thought I was winning.
I didn't stop.
I stabbed and slashed and stabbed
and stabbed and stabbed and...
I couldn't breathe.

The blood on my hands were mine
and I felt pain.

But pain wasn't a feeling.
Pain wasn't an emotion.
Pain is emptiness; pain is hollow.
Pain is a black hole that sucks you in and the more you struggle, the more power it gains.
Pain is a snake that swallows you whole - legs first while your paralyzed consciousness spectate.
Pain is your slow disintegration that modifies time so that it never and will never let. you. pause.

I cut the phone line.
Our tension broke.
Pearls scattered down so gracefully.

Uuuhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!

I was queen kong.

I would have tore down buildings,
smash the apartment you were in,
bring you to the top of Tokyo's skyline,
and make you watch me fall.

Make you see me break my skull.
Make you hear me break my bones.
Make you feel me break my heart.

I swore to God I wouldn't beg.
I'm sorry God.

Words shot out like arrows with poison,
which recipe I got from the evil queen.
Alakazam! Alakazoom!
A kiss of life! Specks of sparkles! Puffs of smoke!
We were alive!
But you are not
you.

So innocent like a new born
but your heart from the dead.
And my heart?
My heart...

My heart is pain.