Come Undone

its my life youre playing about
the lie that assassinated this blood
care you not of my questions
unchained, devote not, after all the battles
never did you open your eyes even once?
what have i done to you
that placed you at a content of losses
i only felt the sweetness of every morning
i only understand the rain that sings
saw you as waters
saw you as my sword
life without this piece
living with the unliving
that concieve your own self
nothing left.
life losts its meaning.. without another to..?
its left as question.
honour this waiting ventriloquist
for she has been tortured waiting
no life as only she controls
the dummy without love,
as been given to grow
only it tumbles down
with rough wings.
may my life they will call