he never was alone
because his words had
conquered him
quite long ago
they tickled him
they tortured him
they controlled him
they
were
him.
they were his skin
they were his bones
his words
became
him.
Every passing second
every engraved thought
he must
delay
delay
delay
I must not think at all
too many words
will become too much
and too much
would shatter him
so delay his thoughts he must
but to not think
is quite harsh a predicament
it was a parasite
his words
for they controlled
but he controlled them
it was an existence
he fought to change
but an existence he fought to remain
because it was an existence
and that remained enough