Puppet

by Akillian

in Completed Works

Puppet

You can call me master
and I'll go a little faster
For you are my puppet
dancing on strings of lies.

Helpless you shall stay
As I do what I may
Struggle and scream until you have nothing left
In the middle of the night your will is my theft.

Here in my heart
you'll stay forever bound
Never more to make a sound.

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Aug 18th 2008
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Another poem.

Oh, and thanks to jauntyporkpie for the line of "your will alone is my nightly theft".

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jauntyporkpie Says:

Great concept.
May I offer you a critique? Some people (writers especially, and poets most especially) don't like critiques, so I figured I'd ask first.

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