Let me be

Woh, you won’t let me be,
I don’t understand your point of desire.
Or is it a cornerstone that you always deceive me with,
I don’t need answers, just shove my mouth up with a pacifier.

What should I cling to? Hope?
But it requires everything to be fucked.
My skull is filled with a pool of shite thoughts,
Feels like I carry some kind of blocked cerebral aqueduct.

You kick me around a little bit, no, a lot maybe,
Punch my face every now and then, hit a nerve.
And the problem isn’t not knowing how to dodge,
The thing is, at some point, I decided that is what I deserve.

You lure me with all those glittering promises,
No less than a perfectly curated storefront.
As soon as I enter there, it gets dull,
The colors fade away, and you are the one to haunt.

You are a liar, a control freak,
You have taken my space away.
Desire is yours, to smoke every kind of tobacco out there
While I lay there, garnering like a ashtray.

Let me go back to the basics.
Pleaseee play this last game of whac-a-mole.
Jammed in this twirl, for perpetuity now,
I never got my own little snack and stroll.

Weirdo, I am safe here, meet me with a glee.
Untie me already, don’t fret for me.
I have failed miraculously every time, haven’t I?
Tie the knots tight, yet I may plead for them to be loose.
Let the disciples be silenced and please let me be.