YOU

You are the leader, with me patiently waiting for you to drop the next bread crumb for me to follow. I am a puppet, who only comes to life when you, the puppeteer, gives permission. I tripped over a dog in a choke chain collar, while staring at a bird in the too-tiny cage, as you constantly tighten the leash that chains me to your forbidden soul. I'm locked in your heart, with the key plainly In sight, but just barely out of reach. You are the drug, that alters my reality and fucks with my head. My vision was clouded, so, numbly, I allow you to consume me. You are the noose, wrapped tightly around my neck. The last pill from the now-empty bottle reminded me a little of you.