When I'm alone, finally independently
Individual
The darkest furthest corners of my mind
The other half of me reaching out
Whispers sweet alluring things, kindly
Gently
Tugging carefully at the strings of my will
Caressing, plucking and eventually
Clipping
The lines to my resistance
The chords of my voice
Allowing the floodgates to fall, collapse and
Surrender
And let me
Myself, the independent
Individual
Take control