Layodante~

You've overstayed your welcome. You've aged.
You've turned down a bottle of flame for a bottle of water.
We rot inside with you.
We've finally grown apart.
Your ideals are no longer tolerable.
They used to be.
They used to be needed.
You managed us, shaped us, not constrict us.
Now you're a leash around our throats,
and chains around our wrists.
If it were possible to put you away, i would.
So what now you wonder?
Now i silence you.