#controling
We are much too young
To worry this much
About life
All that we have to offer
We carry around
In a suitcase
The size of a plum
Yet we worry
We will never be
Good enough
For them
The Gods who control us
Puppeteers in balcony seats
We are just passengers
In this brief carasoul
Of a lifetime
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Listen to me body! I am your master.
Listen to me hands! I command you!
My eyes I demand that you dry. Stop showing this world how fragile we are.
Legs stop shaking and causing earth to reach for me.
Hands stop sweating. Your letting strength slip through our fingers.
Emotions we do not need you here. This house is to small for your boolshit!
Body I'm the master and you the slave
Don't forget that.
Stop exposing my weakness!
You cowardice flesh stop shivering its only pain! Hold still!
Tongue, shut the **** up! you hold your self still and keep my secrets.
In fact body stop being so Human or I will fvckin **** you!!! Haaaaaaaaa!
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC