Control

Control

How long has it been since I've cried?

How long has it been since I died?

How long will it be til I'm free?

How long will it be til I'm me?

My pillow is dry from tears unwept.

My mind is filled with thoughts unkept.

My tongue is swelled with words unsaid.

My soul is decayed from sins undead.

I cannot feel my own destruction.

I cannot recognize my own reflection.

I cannot face my own weakness.

I cannot bear to see this.

I've lost my mind to lifeless realities.

I've lost my heart to mindless brutalities.

I've lost my hope to heartless others' souls.

I've lost my life to hopeless control.

The End

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