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?

RubyliciousPuppetry • Opuss № I