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Playing with toys

Poetry By: tastetheblood

You are mine for me only you play

Submitted:Jul 16, 2009    Reads: 160    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Hi broken thing
Broken toy
Smashed by me
Enjoy it don't you
Little toy
Locked in a box
Only to appear
When I turn the skeleton key
Spin to that morbid tune
"He burnt our hearts,engulfed our souls
smell us burn, sweet sulfur"
Hi my little play thing
Spin the bottle
It won't pick you
Only I passionately kiss you
In shades of night
Spinning dizzily around and around
Until you unhinge
Sweet toy
When I open you up and turn
That skeleton key
Spin to that morbid tune
"He burnt our hearts,engulfed our souls
smell them burn,sweet sulfur"
The toymaker carved you
Slaved for hours
Then branded me
My mark upon you
How you screamed
Oh the pleasure
Insatiable in me
Only you dance
To pleasure me
Broken thing
Gothic thing
Dark and moody
Are we my pet
But you must come out
The music box
Engraved in thorns and roses
"He burnt our souls,bled our hearts,
smell them burn sweet sulfur."
Look heres a match
I strike against the book
It's tip is fired up
Angry at you
Your wood will burn
Oh the sickly smell of hair
All gone
To ash
You'll be
Toy I want to play you
Like what you are
Your speaker can never be broken
Or your preloaded spring
My morbid tune
Like the music box
You were made to be
Dance only for me
"He burnt our souls,me shudder and die,
smell them burn sweet sulfur"
Pleasure me
With those seductively hand painted eyes
Spindle legs
Turning and turning
Dancing slowly ,slowly
Till the tune wears down
You can not break
Nor deny me
I am master
You are toy
All mine to play
"He burnt our souls,we slowly fall ,
smell them burn sweet sulfur


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