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Dependent Control

Hollow men whistle empty threats
Through mechanically pursed lips.
Be thankful for these tactics,
Which preserve life with an offer to take it.
Cold eyes warm hearts so easily,
In desperation to see emotion,
Even feel the very same,
Be it mimicked or reciprocated.
It's that thawing of our chest,
Which lets the beads of sweat become tears
To render me indistinct,
While they merge upon these cheeks,
With each furrow proving human.
The world begins to blur,
And I sift through the soft focus
For dwindling urges,
Impulsively shrugging off desire,
As we Glance over my shoulders
At missed opportunities.
Tracing the name carved into my chest
In order to remember why I resist,
Perhaps, why I persist at all.
Breaking the silence with heavy steps
To trudge homeward,
With the thought of love,
Struggling to retain this ruse,
Of compliance and obedience for the sake of rationality.
Behavior dictated
In the hopes that I might share grief
With the only thing I have cared for.
Whilst all I encounter,
Unknowingly give thanks,
To my adored captor,
Who resists my every instinct,
And controls what remains.
With moderated acceptance of abuse
To provide the powerless with control
Which be it temporary
May prevent true absence  


Written by A_Conduit (Behappy - Bhairava)
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