Sometimes I stop moving
Freeze my own time
And I sit there
And think about everything that I can’t control

I think that if I can freeze time
I can freeze myself
Dripping in icicles
Glazed with water and pain

My heart has been frozen for a long time
My lungs soon followed suit
And my brain was beginning to freeze over
When I turned my whole body to ice

Because control is a freezer -
It means cold and beauty and resentment
Control is frigid and emotionless -
With a calming grace that makes you feel
As if you’ve been poisoned

I am a prisoner
Control holds me in her icy grip
And I restore order, even if it is senseless

Someday I will be free