Deep rooted
Craven, i kneel at your feet,
crystal eyes implore you,
pathetic and needy.
Frigid disdain matches my gaze,
self disgust turns my eye to the ground
as you sneer with approval at my shame.
Satisfied with my agony and excited by control,
you play,
taunting
Puppet-master wins again.
Andy N
Tue 10th May 2011 08:19
yeah, I agree this is a Escape poem. Would defo tag this into it.
Wasn't expecting the Puppet Master reference originally also but it ties the full thing together lovely.
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