winner

i don't know what it is by any means, i just know i want to reap what they have constructed, what they have made of me; i want to be in control again, to kill the one of no soul that commands me. in a way, i want to puppeteer their corpse just as they do me with such grace as they always have. i want to become them, and end them; i want to strip them of their use via my own capacity mend myself into one again. i want to see the light without a tinted lense, and i want so desperately to hold it with my own hands of my own accord.