Maladies of my mind

Your fingers droop from
The weight of those strings
that you pull
Drawn against you
The weight of strings
That you abuse
Does not make you wary
But entices you and you
Tighten the noose because you once
Were afraid
Now there’s nothing to loose.

Afraid to release
Strings that play with fate
And strings swivelling mercilessly around my head
Pull, as lightly as you tread
Every moan, every whimper,
And every cry, every snippet
You quell with your fingers
Strings slithering, reaching for
Your favourite marionette
And as it grazes my neck,
That first tentacle of titanium I finally hear
Those voices in your head
And I finally feel
Your pandemonium.

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