Why play along' you ask in faint distress,
I damn well know I didnt.
Speaking of 'play': you're the master in it,
Who taught me how to jest
Dont you dare, to open that venomous tongue of yours,
Leave me alone,
After all, a plaything am I.
Falsehood, Falsegod.
Cruelty you do.
I have become a villianess in your nightmares.
After all, a plaything am I.
Now I lay here,
In disgust.
The cruel plaything you made of me.
- skeletal poet
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