I am too weak to fight these strings
The vicious pull of asking torment
The Whispers of something I should do
That say that this is what I should commit
Cut these dark thick strings of mine
Before they can take grip
Please don’t let them mimic me
Or mask as my hearts desire
I am not strong enough to fight these strings
Not able to resist them
Their oppressive wanting pleading me
Telling me to do this
The temptation planted deep inside
In my mind it resides
Masquerading my hearts wanting
Copying my minds desires.
The strings inside my head are pulled
Triggering the manipulating screams
That I can’t fight it, this is what I want
It’s echoes ring down and down
I just can’t stop, this is what I like,
This is my heart’s desire.
The strings have changed direction now,
Their savaged thirst quenched
It is easier for me to give in, rather than repel
My heart has found a different tune
A song to excuse to escape accusation
But deep inside I trap my screams of sorrowful condemnation
Stop it now, these strings of mine
I must cut them short, end it all this time
It’s time to stop this disgusting behaviour
I hate this deep dark wanting of mine.
The strings have once again swayed
By now the desires deceased
Their friendly nagging has finally turned
The voices now find guilt
disgusting, disgraceful, an utter repulse
It was my choice, it’s all my fault, the mimicking torments
Left alone with this violent yank
The voice is now my own
This scolding burning dirt inside
I did this, I chose this
I doubt I could forgive
A simple puppet left to his guilt is all I have become
But I am me, and me I am
And I am an enemy I can beat.
I will not be blamed for these deeds I’ve done
I am free and clean
The strings can not control me no more
Until my puppeteer thirsts again.
I know this isn’t perfect and it’s probably too dark.
But this is something I think I needed to get out, at least somewhere.
Don’t judge too much!