It's Hard Being Fluff when You're Not

this is
this is
way too much
the way you think you
know me now
the way you think my words are yours the
way you think you know my thoughts the
way you think that you were somehow
let into my world
you procured the magic key you
slipped in through the back door
spoke the secret password slipped in through
the mail slot
and slithered through my veins like morphine
stalling thought and tripping synapses
like some forgotten god
brought back to life
through sheer belief

you should know

you're not.

i am adept at spinning tales i take you
where you need to go
but on my roads i am the
navigator
blindfolded and you don't know
i play your life out on the screen
oblivious you think you feel you think you
know you think you think but you're just feeding
back into my soul
and don't think i don't like it
don't think i fucking care
you want to make me your enigma
i can be that if it keeps you
at a distance far away where you belong
and you were never even close
to what you thought you should have been
and all the dark you think is just a euphemism's real
and all the dark you claim to fear is nothing on my blackest nights
and all the things you thought you claimed to be inside my head
are nothing
but a trick
i played so i could keep
myself.