at my command

if I want them to, I can command the tears to come.

they can tear me into pieces from the inside out.

stupid to fall into a libra’s web, the strings highly taught, preserved by a Balance only they can possess.

I’m all fire and words, thoughts and feelings that won’t stay inside.

only the tears will. but the dam is willing to break, at my command.

I think the pavement’s cracking. is the pavement cracking?

stupid to walk on it anyway, looking for that security I know is false. nowhere is safe from people and thoughts.

it is but a notion. oh, but an idea can be lethal if coming from the right person, if framed correctly.

do you know the numbers? the numbers for the safe. just think of any numbers, they’ll be right.

what will be found inside?

- the tears.

they’re ready. they’re waiting.

at your command.