I've always wanted a lady in my vault

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl is trapped in a vault she is a little scared but something else to .

Submitted: November 30, 2009

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In your vault
I am chained
A lady in your blue room
The only one that's ever been
You are excited
A wide grin cutting through
Your pale
We are surrounded
By your tricks and treats
Ready to spring
Aim ,Fire and Hit
While I sit in the middle of it all
Roped up in your chair
Your hand
So delicately brushing
The fabric of the chair
Though I know
It it can crush and pin
Squash and end lives
I'm tempted
To tell of it's new home
Being on my skin
Though I must not break the web of quiet
Only disturbed by you
Your slender fingers
Come inches
Though stray away
From stroking my hair
Come closer
I think
Please do
I shiver silently , fearing
You
But a little intrigued
In your vault
We are alone
Outside
The midnight sun glows
While gurgles of death
And a chorus of screams
Break out from your other
Guests who are
Trapped
Buried
Poisoned
In the rooms of your estate
In your vault
Shelves mounted on every wall
You leave me
My own way
I must find to escape
Your trap
Necks snap
Like your knuckles
As you count down the time
Till I'm your pet forever
Though yelling till hoarse
Through thick plated walls
Will bring you running
Coat tails flapping
In the ghost wind
To be my hero
Superman saving
From your handmade trap
Though I must still pay
Your fee
In your vault
We are alone
Your slender frame
Pacing
Hands not settling anywhere
In this vault
Though I wish they would
Your pale is highlighted
By your black suit
In the open space
Blue
In your vault
I am chained
Vulnerable and small
In your gold
Chair
The only lady thats ever been
But you know how to treat me
Shelves full of treats
Or a deadly surprise
Yes I must chose
Wisely
You are teasing me always
Though I should be repelled
By your weirdness
Though your hands
And real smile
Keep my pace hot
In your vault
The siren blares
Police like sirens flash indigo red
So I panic and call madly for you
Your prisoner I will not be
For longer than my fantasy allows
You come blazing
Smiling through
Mouth and eyes
Yet they hold no pleasantness
Like the nasties
In your estate
You'd enjoy
The sensation
In your secret way
Of holding my life rope
Before smashing it beneath
Those delicate hands
A hero you may be
For a while
But only to feed the hunger
When I'm forced
To pay
Your fee


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