• Stitches all up my arms.
    Stitches down my legs.
    Stitches on my face.
    Stitches to hold together my rotting flesh.
    I'm a rag doll.
    Worn down,
    Torn down,
    Useless in "old" age.
    Tattered,
    Battered,
    Beaten,
    Swollen.
    Stitches that try to hide my distorted features.
    Features that are no longer,
    "Pretty"
    I'm now just a chipped puppet.
    Your's to command.
    Just pull the weak strings to manipulate me.
    To do what ever you say.
    Stitches hold together my fake smile.
    Stitches hold together,
    The last of my, "happiness"
    If happiness is still available in my souless,
    Lifeless,
    Heartless,
    Sutured up body of "mine".
    I'm not anyone now.
    I'm yours to control.
    I won't disobey you master.
    Tell me what you want me to do.
    I won't utter a single word in disagreement.
    Tell me my dear master,
    What exactly do you want from me?
    Pleasure?
    Happiness?
    What?
    Or am i just a tool?
    A tool to help you feel powerful?
    My stitched,
    Sutured,
    Beaten,
    Battered,
    Tattered,
    Body is just to make you feel like you're in control?
    Well,
    I guess i don't have a choice.
    So use me.
    Abuse me.
    Do what you please to me.
    I'm no longer in pain by you.
    My sutured, and stitched body,
    Cannot feel anything for much longer.
    So as i close my eyes,
    I hope you have fun with your last minutes with me.
    They will go fast,
    So,
    Use my worthless, stitched body,
    Wisely.