Manipulate Me

I close my eyes and let you yank the strings of my fragile mind.

Teetering off the edge, so weary of these fleeting shadowy glimpses of reality;

I allow you to control me. You may do as you wish, as is known you shall one day,

But still yet you view the final shattering of this brokeness as a tresspass

That you dare not tread, that still you view with a sympathetic amusement.

Am I to you a puppet? A jester? Perhaps some coin-controlled doll of your whims.

I feel your grip on me lightening; you grow bored of these questions. You tire of me.

With a shove into this eternal darkened void, this blissful madness, you free me.