Fear had its claws pushed through the skin
that coiled tightly around my veins and muscle,
a failed attempt to turn me away or bleed me out.
I was not dying anytime soon and the only thing
scarier than love was a lack of progress towards it.
The fear hung on like bats waiting for night to fall,
but I was the only falling piece on the board.
Sometimes a puppet can be
Identified by the strings that
Reveal the puppet master.
You have seen nothing yet,
And are an amateur at best
But if you want to learn about manipulation
I can certainly show you some of what you
And certainly the others
Have taught me.
But that’s all nothing compared to things I know
And the dark places I’ve been
and maybe you’ll get a taste of it.
Its tempting and I feel the tug of demons
Who want me to break you for this
But its not the pawn’s fault a war has started,
Although there is personal responsibility,
But I’m gunning for the queen on the board
Who thinks she is a chess master but
Is just one more piece on the board.
A green fire burns my heart,
it's now or never, clock swings,
an awkward metronome reminder,
we'll be gone soon, your hand on the,
pawn; mine's on a queen, empty and gone.
Hand moves piece,
queen dead by inaction,
rotting and decaying in another,
time, when a queen meant something,
special, but any unique nature died long ago,
hand removes piece from playing board in a flurry,
of traded blows that left both sides weak, pathetic, and vulnerable,
trust me.
Something broken in time;
no Ticktockman willing;
and all the king's men,
failed to put my life,
back together.
That shell broke long ago,
and I slipped out of it,
into someone else.
Andy Veilleux 