Abuse





Little puppet
On a string
Feed me thoughts
I dare you cling to
Let me poison
All your dreams
For carcass
Should ambitions be
I am broken
You belong to me
The tattered piece
Of a damaged doll
Reflections
Make me feel so small
Truth
Has always been liar
Ill eat your soul
Then take you higher
Chapped hand slap
Or broken toes
Throughout your
Life
Ill watch tiptoe
Spine it skates
Just like a drink
With a clever
compasss
Now i think
Before a God
One should be
On knees
Either way
Ill roll my sleeves.

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