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miri_uchihaTitle: Puppet
POV: Yunho
Inspiration: I got the idea from a post where a fan saw a fortune-teller about YunJae and said that Yunho became depressed after the lawsuit was announced and began drinking more than he did before the lawsuit.
-x-
Reality escapes me,
drowning in liquid fire,
my mind becomes numb.
Photos of you and I,
in our younger years,
have suddenly reminded me.
The shot glass shatters,
screams are everywhere.
Hands grab at me, in control,
they pull me along.
Flung with nothing but pride,
the world spins.
Hazy images flash before me.
Salty, hot tears pool at my feet,
and gravel on my clothes, in my skin.
It's pathetic to say I'm fine.
Strung through darkness even further,
the one that's free isn't even me.
Commanded with only hands,
my mouth opens but nothing good comes out.
Mumbling only sanity in the amber burn,
things that was never revealed before,
have become unraveled.
The regret of bound hands,
the playmaker that watches,
and the control that is 24/7.
Suffocating,
the words displayed on screen,
in the newspapers, were wrong.
The accusations skyrocketed,
this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
The plan was never this destructive.
The end to Harmony,
seems non-existent.
Will forever be like this?
Full of red skies and cold showers,
and not a bit of clear to see through?
Or will there be change on the far away horizon?
POV: Yunho
Inspiration: I got the idea from a post where a fan saw a fortune-teller about YunJae and said that Yunho became depressed after the lawsuit was announced and began drinking more than he did before the lawsuit.
-x-
Reality escapes me,
drowning in liquid fire,
my mind becomes numb.
Photos of you and I,
in our younger years,
have suddenly reminded me.
The shot glass shatters,
screams are everywhere.
Hands grab at me, in control,
they pull me along.
Flung with nothing but pride,
the world spins.
Hazy images flash before me.
Salty, hot tears pool at my feet,
and gravel on my clothes, in my skin.
It's pathetic to say I'm fine.
Strung through darkness even further,
the one that's free isn't even me.
Commanded with only hands,
my mouth opens but nothing good comes out.
Mumbling only sanity in the amber burn,
things that was never revealed before,
have become unraveled.
The regret of bound hands,
the playmaker that watches,
and the control that is 24/7.
Suffocating,
the words displayed on screen,
in the newspapers, were wrong.
The accusations skyrocketed,
this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
The plan was never this destructive.
The end to Harmony,
seems non-existent.
Will forever be like this?
Full of red skies and cold showers,
and not a bit of clear to see through?
Or will there be change on the far away horizon?
