Your words are like needles
In the haystack of my heart
When there are too many
They are easy picked apart

Your words are like a tollbooth
In the pathway of my mind
But when I have no spare change
A decent road is hard to find

Your words are like termites
To the shelter of my skin
They jab and poke and eat away
Starting from within

Your words are like a virus
Unto my fragile soul
To pass I need my judgment
Bruises are my toll

Your words are like a sunny day
Blinding to my eyes
But soon I cannot see enough
To notice lovely skies

Your words are like a windy road
That my life shall drive, alone
Your words are but a detour
To keep me far from home

Your words are so demanding
That I shall just obey
I'll follow right behind you
And wish you'd go away

Your words shall keep me company
As a destined enemy
So pick a side, don’t cross this line
I’ll make it as I bleed

And every now and then
I turn back to your words
I turn back from this bitter life
And hope to find a cure

Now I find much more
To add to my abuse
Disdainful words shall bring me down
And now I have to choose

Should I clear out the needles
And take away the toll
Like an origami photograph
Just let this life unfold

Should I find another pathway
Stay away from winding roads
Or find a path more suitable
To find my new abode

Should I clear out all the termites
Should I start a life anew
Should I sit out the virus
That has become of you

Should I forget the sunny day
That has blinded all the truth
Should I now hide my eyes
And hope to make it through

Should I bother, to do all this
Or should I stick around
And pray that you might go away
Or pray, I might be found

With you I seem completed
Though I hate myself so much
I know that I am out of it
But your words keep me in touch

Every time you eat away
The remnants of my life
It gives me something more to do
Something more to write

Why should I remain confined
When your words admonish me
Why should I sit through the Hell
Amidst a perfect life's debris

It all shall seem so plain to you
But if only you could see
The pain that has become my life
Gives me activity

It gives me something more
Than a boring day shall know
When night shall pass so scornfully
I barely let it go

At night your words become the key
Release unstructured minds
Open up my writers eye
So I can't tell I'm blind

I'll sit right here in Hell
For a masterpiece or two
I'll write what worlds bring to us
And show you all the truth

I'll live through eternal sickness
And bid a perfect life adieu
I've done it for a masterpiece
I've done it all for you


 
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