I went inside me
And I asked Father
Do I write these to draw from the past
To make you return
To force closure
I don’t know
I want it to be a no
So why are you the one I talk to here
Why do I always imagine you
Reading it, pondering it
Why did I imagine your return that day
Why did we talk in my mind and
Why was it good
Oh gods
The poet is a puppet-master
So cruel and so evil
Everything done is self-serving
Means to an end-goal
Everything penned and painted
Is a pick to the heartstrings of my victims
So they dance my dance
So my sick mind gets its cocaine
Is this what I’m doing
I’m sorry, I can stop
Or is it just an insane fear
Would I also just stop talking altogether
If the fear spreads also to every utter
Am I doing it now?
Am I forcing you to dance?
I am so clever, aren’t I
Almost got away with
Pretending to be one of the puppets
In my own show!
Is my withdrawal from the cruel puppet show
A crueler puppet show?
Is my withdrawal from the crueler puppet show
A crueler puppet show?
Is my withdrawal from the crueler puppet show
A crueler puppet show?
Is my withdrawal from the crueler puppet show
A crueler puppet show?
Is my withdrawal from the crueler puppet show
A crueler puppet show?
Is my withdrawal from the crueler puppet show
A crueler puppet show?
Make it end
I’m sorry
Oh no
Did I do it again?