One day you sat upon your flaming pillow and you contemplated me
You didn't have much work to do that eve, so you berated me
Drowning your smirk inside your scowl, you dropped explosive envy down
Onto my scalp and neck
I stood, confused, and unfamiliar with you, with need, or angel tech
But you had a black array of buttons, each one tied to a thin and pure translucent string
And these viscous strands of my deep consciousness were there to screw with everything

You laughed as your meteors skid across my back as hot as pieces of the sun
And you pulled down your evangelic levers, ending me, and claiming you were having fun
You're
Sliding the cubes of my world to everywhere they don't belong
And drooling in your idle glee over all the ink against me
You clogged the key holes, gaps and every other good way out of here
Expecting me to scrape at twisted exits, dying slowly from asphyxiation
Beating fear you crave out of my fists and onto your locked doors,
Your scariest creation.
And
Atop the skyscraper of pointless, wicked things you've done
You use those wretched, tricky strings to hold each of my eyes open.