Setting me afire.
Taking my attention
from what is real.
You are my existence,
dear flame.
You take over.
You play with my heart strings.
I miss it --
having my vessel be my own.
I miss owning my own mind.
My thoughts are tainted.
My emotions altered
to your satisfaction.
I want control back.
This mind is my home,
you set my house aflame
and I am trying,
trying to put out your flames.
Move along to your next victim,
because this burning house,
is yours no longer
