Kill you

Just a game
not willing to play.
Just ourselves
afraid to complain.
Pages of unforgotten lore
swirl around your head
wrapping around your mouth
blocking your tearful eyes
grabbing your hands
that are moving in strange ways.

Trapped on your theorist cell
you cry
Belive me, the moans
always always echoes around
making me anxious.

How can I free you?
How can I tear my way apart
and hear your darkened voice?
Thick layers of paper
cover your skin...
I guess that the only way left
is to break you apart.