Human puppetA Poem by SimplyDisastrousStrings descended from my arms and legs My mouth, a masterpiece of woodwork rounded around a silent scream The corners of your lips curl up as you sew strings in and out of my skin I bleed, creating a puddle of crimson on the ground, but I can’t make a sound I can’t disappoint you, for I am your personal entertainment and you are my Master and I, your human slave. © 2010 SimplyDisastrousAuthor's Note
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Added on July 3, 2010Last Updated on July 18, 2010 AuthorSimplyDisastrousHartford, CTAboutHey. I used to be on here alot when I was 15. Now, not so much. I'm 18 now and I'm not nearly as depressing as I used to be, but still depressing enough. Message me and feel free to read my old poems... more..Writing
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