You call the shots, Im just the pawn, no matter what I try to do or say the truth will not will out in this dreadful game. Night and day suffocated, gagging on my own abominations while you try to stuff your own down my throat. And then today just as I knew I couldnt take any more, you accuse, you point your fingers, you threaten you lunge and for me? Well for me its just another damn day of burying yet another hurt inside my already war torn heart. Theres not anymore room, but as my spiritual blood leaks out, the room is forced, the bed is made, and this box of heartbeats grows smaller by the hour. My soul screams for mercy, my very nature changed by these lies, these despicable descriptions of hatred that I feel from every word you didnt say. Looks from laser eyes speak louder than the highest pitched screams, and no matter how I beg or plead, there is not a human left to be seen. As I run out the door and scratch my arm on a rusty nail, I try to grab a towel to stop the flow of blood, but it is then that I look down and see the sparks, the lines torn, running out, hanging down, the flesh not real, the fake has won. A murky, muddy victory for the malevolent as I sink to my knees. Then she comes up behind me, this face I barely recognize, yet I do, I know I feel I see, as she takes her swing, and bludegons me to the ground, I see....It was me. Reformed. Unreal. Yet stronger than the mightiest Samson could have conceived. She carries me off on her futuristic ( to me ) car, wings of gold seem to have as we disapear into the darkness she thinks a thought that only I can hear. This cant happen. Wont happen. We will find a way to stop them. Thats all.
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