Kill The Puppetmaster

“Stop.”

“Stop now!”

“Hey! I’m speaking to you!”

“I’m exhausted, I need to stop.”

“I can’t dance anymore.”

“Screw you!”

“What the hell’s wrong with you!?!”

“You’re hurting me!”

“This is done. No more.”…

 

“Cut the damn strings you motherfucker.”

 

“I won’t dance.”

“Damnit – listen to me!”

“I’m gonna get you. You’re going to pay for this.”

“Do you hear me!?!”

“I swear on my life – I’m going to kill you.”

 

Complete isolation. Nothingness. Decay…

 

“No.”

 

 

“Mercy.”

 

 

 

 

“Please?”…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silence.

 

No more to say.

Just primal emotions screaming inside – still alive somehow…

Sadness

Dislike

Anger

Fear

Rage

Rage

Rage

 

No more beginnings. No more endings. It just IS now. Just is.

 

Consciously unconscious. Unconsciously conscious.

 

…..

 

Limp.

Silent.

Forever dancing.

The final perfection of torture…

SANITY imprisoned, held hostage inside INSANITY.