impetuous

no i dont need you anymore,
i don't need you making me feel so small
i gave you this seat you cling to i called you 'god' before then you were mortal.

no i don't think i can think about you,
life must continue, i must move....
why do i believe i need you, when did this lie become my truth.

see i am tired of wishing, and you sit there in my chair jubilating
because you think the tables have been turned by fate, alas i did it! i did it.

i will remain the Master in this game, playing with your mind, will and desire...
the tears i cry you will think you created, no i am still in control of this flaming fire.

i am tired of this mister,
i am tired of all this .... you think i am waiting, pining over the withheld gift-

no i am quietly planning my next move.

quietly.... like a theif in the night. SUPRISE!