MOTHER OF OTHER

She cuts in me in unkindest of ways
Slashing me with 'er soviergnty
Smiling emptily at those she manipulates
I feel the tension that I can't escape

Uttering words nearly memorized
I rip out her heart; she, mine
No, everything IS not sublime
If only I could relay the message...

If only I could relay this message,
If only the truth could be seen
What she is is beyond others' limits
And the rest have a hand full of insanity

Can I disguise how much I dispise her guise?
Or would you have me bow before her thrown?
We are all pawns in her selfish game
She is empty, she is merciless, but no one knows.

...At least, that's how the story goes...