taking control...
taking control...
how i yearn to take control.
an eternal hunger within my soul.

ah, i remember it vividly. too vividly.
vividness through repetition, through futility.
but why must've it been this way?

i fought, you know.
for you, i moved mountains.
towering mountains of writhing dreams.
living monuments to despair.

toppled, then eaten.
toppled, then eaten.
as many times as would be needed to see you again.

spinning around, and around, and around. helplessness.
for every time, no matter the permutation of events,
i was always met with that transcendental enemy.

tick tock.
tick tock.
the hands swing forth and back in a manner most teasing.
this was my purpose. my purpose was you.

but i failed, didn't i? indeed. and what broke this cycle
wasn't me. it was you. it was you who had to save me.
who had to move that which makes mockery of the mightiest
mountains. to eat this world and bear its rebirth.

even so, it couldn't end like that. i needed you.
because i'm selfish. i care about you because you are mine.
and being mine, i couldn't let you suffer out there.
i'd never do such a thing to myself.

and here is where this helplessness must end. i will take control.
i will eat this world once more, and take back what is mine.

taking control...
taking control...
oh, but there's a certain melancholy in taking control.
for i cannot perpetually force these roles.

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