Caught me by surprise. Took hold of my gaze, I struggled to gain control, but was just pushed back. My breath vanished.
I tried to breathe, but just inhaled uncertainty.
I felt my words, the poison, tempting my lips.
I wanted to quit, but there's no use, with the never ending abuse, which told me what I needed to hear.
I tried to move, but my passion kept me wounded.
I'm just another puppet to myself.
I screamed, but the silence, the silence seemed to object.
The silence, that always tells the truth. It calms, but also fueled the desire I couldn't bear.
I ran, ran far away, but couldn't leave where my golden gaze had remained.
I objected, I told myself I would regret it.
But I regret a lot of things.
I screamed out, but no one heard. Just the white lie that didn't care.
Black, the night just a pawn. It spoke softly, I could barely hear the words.
If even anything was said.
A cataclysm bound to happen, but yet left me with a feeling of choice.
The loaded lie.
I pulled the trigger.
