Your Puppet Doll

Rip my entrails out and leave no trace.
Spill the blackened blood in forms of ink and crumpled,
digested, and spit-out paper.
Yes, my dear, you may lick clean the slate of blank immunity.
I'm your very own mutilated and burnt doll,
to toy with as you please.
Just make me feel something.
Arrange me like the crooked masterpiece I am,
with disjointed knees and tilted head.
I'm the puppet doll and you're the manipulator.
So crack my head like so many peanuts,
leaving only a thin red line as a reminder of a life now gone.
Stain my shriveled clothing in shades of pomegranate, apple, and cherry.
Crumple me into a rumpled heap of trash bags and cigarette butts,
before dumping me through the rabbit hole,
into ditches on sides of roads that don't exist.
Smash the pieces of my soul,
together with the tattered remains of my morals.
I'm your charred marionette,
so pull my strings and tug my hair,
and let me drift away.



r.r Morbidity suits my current mood.

Yay violence! xD Epicness. Makes me really glad I'm not just a puppet.

Yess, violence. x3 But tasteful violence, hopefully, lol.
Yeah, being a puppet in this sense of the word would suck. Majorly. ._.