Control Me

Letting others take control.

Same as the rain,

Too foreseen to be real.

Scars tell what lie underneath,

your drowning.

drowning...

See what they said,

they are your life.

Your gift, so sweet,

to the ones that created your face.

It's the mocking clock,

telling you what time really is.

Take a moment to let the soil,

saturate, just as the life blends.

In the end,

end to end,

the cold reveals,

the bones, that began.

But, now, how did you live a life,

made only for, such the same.

Once the time comes,

how will you define life,

after it's all done?