Restraint(edit)

It was like
scraping butter
with the head of a pin,
stretching out of shape
as I tore, and tattered
at your restraints
I felt,
helpless to stop
your tragedy unfold

you think I actually
give a damn?

everything,
all of it
was your design of time
now,
wasted in the filth
of an obsession

plunging in with
both eyes glazed
you became a wild beast
digging at the earth
pawing listlessly
at the moon,
mindless to minutes
us,
turning the page forward
and you stuck in the prologue

deluded naked of humanity
and lost in a syringe

you think I give a damn
and I do ...

but what the fuck else can I do?
I gave you a map the compass
yet you still follow
a poisoned trickle,
and I will ever regret
you wasting life
dicarding it like lolly wrappers

I could slap you so hard
but I wont ...

just yet