| Enslaved by a Fool Stand me against a wall, curved spine, arched neck, bowed for your bidding. Take your fingers, run them down my arms. Feel the way my muscles tense when I sense your body near. Tilt my head, look at my soul, don't you see what I think of you? Send me forward, towards the ground, lurched down, spread fingers, bent knees. Place your palm on my back, and push me physically where I am emotionally-- down. Use your hands to control my movements, stroke my aches, lessen my pleasure, feel the agony from you to me. Lay down below me, pull me on top, cushioned by needles, freed by bars, stuck in pain. Put your hand on my hand and see how we mismatch so well. Flip us over with your nonexistent strength, I am your carpet, I am your familiar place, look into the cycle of a year. I'll bring you back to me, I'll show you all you cause. I'll create you your own world, one where you can cry and bury yourself in ditches filled with my blood. |
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