15 May 2012
tighten my thigh and slack my jaw
I will dance for you no more
my eyes are dead
my hands are limp
give me up
you morbid gimp.
I don't care or want to try
many times you made me cry.
I would have once,
for you, no strings
now you pull and tug
just to make me sing.
you sling me up
and cast me down
then tell me that you
hate that 'silly frown'
does it feel so good
to have such power
when my love for you
dies by the hour?
Puppetry • Opuss № I