Take me into your arms.
Bury and bathe my mind till the thoughts drown and quiet.
Trap me in the world of you; enclose my mind from the world around us.
Free me of thought.
Hold me, dear. Hold me tight.
Never let go—your grip on my mind, loosen not.
Have I not suffered through young and old?
Have I not let my mind run free,
to build forsaken paths I worry to walk?
Hold my memories. Hold them close.
Care for them as I for you.
How must I beg to be abandoned?
Oh, how I dream to be abandoned
by the parts of me I carried not with love,
but with hatred.
When what built you crumbles you,
your eyes meet hypocrisy,
till driven outside the simplistic gates of sanity.
For here, I am not asking you for your love, nor your time.
I come to ask for neither.
I ask for nothing but my freedom,
which you unwillingly, unknowingly carry—
not a key, nor words,
but a chaste of the mind,
which you force upon me.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC
Take me into your arms.
Bury and bathe my mind till the thoughts drown and quiet.
Trap me in the world of you; enclose my mind from the world around us.
Free me of thought.
Hold me, dear. Hold me tight.
Never let go—your grip on my mind, loosen not.
Have I not suffered through young and old?
Have I not let my mind run free,
to build forsaken paths I worry to walk?
Hold my memories. Hold them close.
Care for them as I for you.
How must I beg to be abandoned?
Oh, how I dream to be abandoned
by the parts of me I carried not with love,
but with hatred.
When what built you crumbles you,
your eyes meet hypocrisy,
till driven outside the simplistic gates of sanity.
For here, I am not asking you for your love, nor your time.
I come to ask for neither.
I ask for nothing but my freedom,
which you unwillingly, unknowingly carry—
not a key, nor words,
but a chaste of the mind,
which you force upon me.