writing Medicated Sins

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

By your word, perhaps all I ever sought to behold.

Maybe even perhaps the only words worth hearing,

But I can hear my own suffocation.

Only by your will am I subjected to these.

These which are in your words only to help me.

Ive lost my sense of control.

And my mind has taken over my soul.

And I feel the need to succumb to your words.

I find that even though I have a will, I can no longer use it.

 

Sins of my own intention?

 

No, mans contraption for greater beings to be contained.

Perhaps I strayed to close to the fire.

Now all you seek is to contain me.

All I ever did was heer your words.

All this ever brought me was my own despise.

Brought against myself in new conflict.

Not able to understand.

Why?

WHY?

All I asked is WHY?!

Questions are dangerous.

 

Sins of my curiousity?

 

Leaving me without your words, but rather your power.

Each object shoved down my throat like your words.

And to which I was forced to be content.

I was content.

As soon I found myself an object to your words.

And a new war began inside me.

Perhaps a war was the greatest of reasons to question your words.

Words offer only so much comfort when you can no longer hear them.

 

Sins of my own body?

No, Sins of medication forced upon me.

 

 

-David Favret