Indirectly Responsible

Sitting up, alone, holding your life in your hand.
Do what you will with yours, don’t take mine as well.
Holding freedom against you, self stopping yourself
You self mutilated yourself again…

Sitting up, in the classroom, white-misted arrow in hand
As you glaze through life, your eyes hold no boundaries.
Careful now, they know your abidance, they know who you are.
You self caressed yourself again…

What do you know as one?
Tell me. What is it you have just done?
Why have you let yourself go, mirrored image?
Where is your…white-misted arrow?
What is it, you toy with your life, and play with mine?
Am I just another piece to your puzzled hell known as life?

You have hung my life from your poison apple tree
I shall take you with me. Do you car of what is done to me?
Nothing left to life but to live death itself
You are indirectly responsible again…