Wickedly Twisted {-A Collection of Poems-}

3.) Tightly-Strung Marionette

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Bound by these strangling strings

Laced (embedded) in this fragilest of skins

I scream (silently) through this mute mouth of mine

No amount of suffering will allow this pain to melt

For I am but a doll

This complexion of glass wishes to twist in agony

But master continues to smile at my expression of blank conformity

My feelings matter not in this monster's eyes whom twist my limbs without consent

For I am but a mindless doll

Ageless beauty matters not

This unchanging face of mine

Remains blank as the strings intertwined with my soul

Tug at my unwilling limbs

I am but a pained doll

This false smile painted on my lips 

Unsheathes only the sharpest of contempts

Eyes forever forced open I must always remain watchful of this monotonous world

Monochrome and desolate to these unwavering pale blue eyes

For what else is a marionette to do?

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