NAUGHT BUT A PUPPET
Color me azure
With your words...
They cut through
My soul...
Oh, about this
What would you know?
Fo you, it is
Something I deserve...
My heart is a
Broken glass...
Fragments of it
Piece the core
Òf my empty soul.
My mind is a
Grey canvas
Every memory taken
Away,, erased!
All that is
Left of me
Are limbs and the such...
Easily desposed of
If you will it...
I realize I am
Naught but a
Puppet
Of your verbally
Abusive strings...!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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