Bonded

This cord has attached itself to me and I to it
Why did I let myself love this way?
I long to turn the time tables back and whisper in her ear
 "You killed one, what is one more?"
But she is a stubborn bitch, what good would it have done?
I desire to return to that time of candy hearts
Solitude with nature
I strive to not become her
I do not think it is working
My scissors are broken and this cord is too strong to break
My time is limited though
One year unless my God chooses to whisk me away to hell
So I put on my mask and continue to use the last of my strength