Needing to be in control,
Feeling out of sanity,
A dark pain digs in,
Lost all sense of feeling,
Colours replaced with artworks of black and gray,
Filling each edge of a canvass,
Keeping it so close is something that needs to be done,
If it is not in sight then it is dangerous,
Thoughts of consumption consume,
The relief that comes from knowing it has been dismissed,
Another day without it,
Obeying the whispers takes away the deception of reality,
The lies told by the saviors,
Only the darkness is real,
It speaks what needs to be said,
Nothing can amount to the lies fed by the answer,
Starving for the pain that follows after each act of control,
Never again will the whispers be ignored,
The bring the death we all now we need,
We all know we want...
