Pulling Strings

Moving, slithering inside your mind

Holding your tongue by its tentacles,

It pushes you towards me,

To speak through you,

To ask me what my mind cannot apprehend,

And it tightens its grip,

Until I blurt out words,

To save you,

To save me,

To save us,

From the Strings.

From the eyes watching through peepholes,

Their throats whispering through deceit,

Their hands waiting to clench control,

And let us play to our defeat.

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