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Control
Control is lost with the flip of a switch
On again, off again lickety split
I can no longer maintain control of the voice
I want to die so it will go away without noise
Give in to it and it's ways
I will really die one of these days
Not wanting anyone to care, I can't afford it
I always disappoint when I lose control of it
My sanity has left me for the voice to have it all
Killing myself means killing the voice and it's call
I'm just sorry that I've gotten this far
Let me die and let the voice win the war


Elisabeth Stover 1995