Control

 
The most powerful and easiest way to control someone, is to help them...
  
While rain pelted the car
My eyes were closed
slowly dissipating
Fated with tomorrow
But hopeless thoughts continue invading

My happiness never gets too far


In the world where vultures
Circle the victim waiting for a meal
Corporate or animal kingdom alike
It's always better to be the hand  

Than the knife.


Coarse the patient one
Push the reckless son
Encase the helpless form
Become a quick ending plummet  
or be the ground they'll sink in

Just before they climb the summit.
 

The God's were only fairytale kings
So we all stayed within our box
Some with a four corner cross
keeping us imprisoned as playful things,
others prefer God's to be green and tangible fiends.
 
Clay men built better versions of themselves out of thin air
And created mass hysteria in the mind of the lost.


But what am I right?
My double-helix,
is just a poorly crafted daisy chain
Someone's demented son,
a fucking shoe string budget human
being with a tongue that dancing gracefully
behind my skeleton.

Though the pen is mightier than the sword
Imagine death from a ballpoint.
and being buried by words.