I sit with control

I sit with control,

His hair stretches like tentacles

Consuming pages of books  

At every corner of our room.

As my gaze meets his

He becomes shapeless smoke,

Two golden stars

Where eyes should be,

Giving off an illusion

A lovecraftian shape,

Free of being

Unable to comprehend.

I come to him as a man

Threatening to become beast.

He asks many questions

Each leading to more.

His hold is on my emotions,

Trying to help me understand

Yet never allowing us to touch,

Creating a numbness

Fighting the pressure in my skull.

My vision blurs,

A dogs maw builds

Bones crack and form

As his voice begins to scrape.

How will he ever let me go?

Shall I ignore his words

Just let them pass me by?

Shall I join his quest for certainty

Unsure if it will ever complete?

For now, I sit with control

He knows everything and nothing

Squinting in false understanding,

Never being present

Yet detatching me still.

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