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Mistress of Puppets
.
you
pinned me hate
Injected me
darkness
no more!
why do you
envy my pure heart?
seduction is
the catalyst
of your force
for an aeon
you had me in your palm
doing the death dance
representing you
on your behalf
voodooed my soul
to your fingers
manipulating my mind
to do your wishes
mistress of the puppets
that is who you are
the witch of the dark lands
death trembled at your presence
darkness bled to your glare
you love the blood
you love the red
yet
why you look so beautiful to me
why I only see your kindness
you infected me a craving
with a fake satisfaction
I killed for you
I bled for you
I cried for you
I begged for you
to release me
again you will put your spell on me
that nervous look
on your sharp eyes
your pale face
looking down
that gaze
I’m lost
you slowly
lift your face
only revealing
your eyes
but I know you are smiling...
you are standing
leaned back to the altar
you bend your left knee
the red velvet slides
to the side
revealing the pale skin
of your thigh
I grab my hilt
widening my smile
"I will be back
my sweet princess
with heads of your
betrayers
from the lands
unseen
before the dawn
again...
.
you
pinned me hate
Injected me
darkness
no more!
why do you
envy my pure heart?
seduction is
the catalyst
of your force
for an aeon
you had me in your palm
doing the death dance
representing you
on your behalf
voodooed my soul
to your fingers
manipulating my mind
to do your wishes
mistress of the puppets
that is who you are
the witch of the dark lands
death trembled at your presence
darkness bled to your glare
you love the blood
you love the red
yet
why you look so beautiful to me
why I only see your kindness
you infected me a craving
with a fake satisfaction
I killed for you
I bled for you
I cried for you
I begged for you
to release me
again you will put your spell on me
that nervous look
on your sharp eyes
your pale face
looking down
that gaze
I’m lost
you slowly
lift your face
only revealing
your eyes
but I know you are smiling...
you are standing
leaned back to the altar
you bend your left knee
the red velvet slides
to the side
revealing the pale skin
of your thigh
I grab my hilt
widening my smile
"I will be back
my sweet princess
with heads of your
betrayers
from the lands
unseen
before the dawn
again...
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Published 11th Oct 2015
| Edited 6th Feb 2019
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11th Oct 2015 2:32pm
dejure powerful images conjured here..
loved these lines..
"you are standing
leaned back to the altar
you bend you left knee
the red velvet slides
to the side
revealing the pale skin
of your thigh
I grab my hilt
widening my smile"
great inking..
with love Crim
loved these lines..
"you are standing
leaned back to the altar
you bend you left knee
the red velvet slides
to the side
revealing the pale skin
of your thigh
I grab my hilt
widening my smile"
great inking..
with love Crim
11th Oct 2015 2:50pm
