mind games

This is a tired game
Even though I am the only player
and I've made up the rules
I still cannot win
My mind is a rebellious child
forever meddling
forever fighting
always curious
and always looking
for the next cheap thrill
I have created someone
and she is easy
my words are perfect tools
my hands roam wantonly
you can only whimper
If I hurt you
you will cry
if I set you on fire
then we will burn together
Were you the one
who called me out of my control room
clean and bright
and shut the door behind me?
In the night of my soul
I am lost
and you are calling me
down a slippery path
In the control room
clean and bright
someone ugly sits in my stead
playing with things
he doesn't understand
If I imagine scenarios
to end this game
I must admit
none of them are pretty
none of them are fun
In the control room
clean and bright
the game goes on
I'm there on the screen
groping and groaning in the darkness
locked out of a game
I know I cannot win.