• How could I ever believe
    that my kife was my own?
    Ruled by the bugs
    that have burrowed their way
    deep into my life.
    I connot remember a time
    in which I did not try to please
    this Termite Queen.
    With her complete control
    and phsyciatric help
    that no one was brave enough
    to tell her she needed.

    While this queen creates
    new holes in my one haven
    she has decided to put
    bars around me.
    Sheilding me,
    from the outside world.
    I remain silent
    and allow her to do as she pleases,
    for even I fear
    this Termite Queen.

    But one day
    One faithful day
    I met someone new.
    Someone silly, and kind
    who falls way too many times
    but is always able to stand again
    with an even bigger smile
    upon his face.
    My love for him was strong, and pure
    but the Termite Queen
    hated my freedom.

    Bars were followed by chains
    Chains were followed by locks
    Locks were followed by more locks
    until I had finally lost count.
    The dark no longer a comfort
    where I could not see the queen
    and pretend she did not exist.
    Now
    Now the darkness was made by her
    and holds me from the one thing
    that made me smile
    in this life controlled by
    this Termite Queen.

    But wait
    A sliver of light
    against my skin!
    Would this be the light
    to guide me away from this place?
    To give me a life where I
    chose my own path?
    To lead me back to the boy
    who made me smile?
    Would he be waiting?
    I decide to dig,
    and defy the great
    the fearful
    the controlling
    this Termite Queen.