My Puppet: My Puppet

Spiders trickle from your wounds

As they're tickling your spine

And the threads so neatly sewn

Are constricting you like vines

As the thorns all pierce your flesh

And the blood spills out like wine

Through your mind is just one wish

That you could still be mine

Though the carnage is self-evident

Are you hurting deep inside

Do you realize my cruel intent

And how painfully I died

Revenge is sweet like candy

Flowing from malignant streams

I had kept you under lock and key

Endured your melody of screams

You hadn't bored such torture

Beneath my tainted wing

As your freedom has ensured

A puppet yearning for their strings

Now I'm not there to save you

You'd grown weary of my play

Deafened to your helpless mews

Now you ache to be my prey