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