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Project TOY

Fight him to be no longer
Save her to no longer be
Redo what was undone
Undo what was redone
I sometimes play with the wolf.
I sometimes dance with the blades.
I sometimes hold the blades.
I sometimes hurt the wolf.

I always see the wolf.
I always hold my doll-y tight.
I always hear the whispers;
"Pull in, pull out, and run."

I sometimes see her there.
I sometimes see a blade.
I sometimes see him there.
I sometimes see her red.

I never look at his eyes.
I always stare at her.
I never see the whispers
that always bang in my eyes.
Fear can be a superstition

Fear can stimulate panic that isn't real.
Panic can lead to running from an invisible force
Running can lead to tripping down an infinite hole.
An infinite hole can lead to him.
He can lead you to Death.
Death can avoid you and take her.

But are you willing to risk this burden?

What if there's a third option?
What if the group can defend you and her?
What if Death died?
What if you died?
What if she died?
What if...
I always play with the wolf.
He always helps me along.
He never, ever hurts me,
but tells me to hurt him.

I always heard the voices,
rasping down my throat.
I never obeyed this one:
"Fear is just a superstition.

Fear can become him.
He can become Death.
Death can take her."
But I asked if Death can die.

I always saw the wolf,
even as I dreamt.
But I always collide with her,
falling down the forever hole.

Am I willing to take the risk?
To redo what was undone?
To let the whispers take me?
To always see her in red?

Or can I make a third way–
undoing the redone?
To stop the banging eyes?
To take upon the burden?

What if I no longer was?
What if I no longer waited?
What if I no longer knew?
What if–

What if I...
                     ...I stared?