I once took a small step
Asking a question
Replying to your idea
It made me a little less free
We had lunch in the cafeteria
You and me
Gossiping and chatting
That made me feel free
There was a regular time
Agreed by us both
So we could meet
If there was a free seat
The irregularities grew
We both had our own
Friends that took our time
Meeting became a small crime
Cause the others
They needed us for their own
Yet we realized
That was the path we had sown
Were we happy?
Bit yes, bit no
But the bonds
They became
Like this, so slow
They crept over us
Even the ones
We dare not say
That were so so
And had troubles
Which never went away
Hoping for an answer
A path out of the mess
I reflected and thought
Could we break this rhythm
Stop being caught
While being nice to her or him?
I want to be happy
And a little free
Hoping you see
Don't feel crappy
Together with you
I cannot always be me
……
You don't listen!
Yes, I like our time
Yet not every day
It's too late too stray
……
Make a decision!
You exclaim!
So with great pain
I make an admission
……
It sucks!
All your clucks!
Your fake story
That you don't give any fucks!
……
There was silence
A knife
Strife
……
Did your imagination get the better of you
Not all you expect should come true
Bonding through killing could make you free, yes
But all that horror only give stress
So imagine this
Imagine all that make your bond true
And sculpt it in a form
That stays with the bond
From the moment it was born
You meet
With the form
You greet
Through the form
But when it doesn't work out
This third player
Should be killed
So that both of you are not billed
And yes that has consequences
That's how it works
Cause bonding over killing
Is definitely chilling
