Embroider your ambitions upon my skin;
Bind your whims against, the stem of my brain,
Stitch your dreams within my goals.
And affix your life atop my own.
/wake up, Wake UP, WAKE UP/
I adorned the artistry of your aspirations;
I savored the droplets of your desires,
I../wake../..cherished the tattoos of your truths,
I loved the way you /wake..up/ changed me.
/WAKE UP/
You..changed me.
Pricked my skin with your needles of lies,
Bound my mind with your steeled words,
Tore apart my dreams, used the pieces- -to stitch together yours,
And affixed my life *beneath* your own.
/I..woke..up/
I abhor the deceit you called art;
I despise the bitter taste of your betrayal,
I resent the ink of your insidious lies,
I hate the way you controlled me.
I'm awake now.
Your reality, no longer stitched to my dreams.
I'm awake.
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