The Puppet

You're aching and you're feeling warm,
When i spread my hands upon.
Your dreams and nightmares are coming true,
When i'm looking down at you.
 
There's no mind and there's no soul.
There's only the exquisite flesh.
And there's no sence, there's only brawl
For shallow living at the edge.

You're trying to bend down faster,
When i approach to see the view.
You're just a puppet of your Master,
I do all what i want with you.

And i don't care the words you whisper,
I know a better use for tongue.
I'm only glad your flesh is useful.
I only hope you'll last for long.

There's no mind and there's no soul.
There is no passion, puppet trust me.
You are just an empty doll,
You're just a puppet of your Master.

Your thoughts, your feelings just don't matter.
You're only able to entertain.
And only lust you can remember,
The only path of yours is pain.
 
Accept this life with no resistance.
What only matters is the flesh.
And whole this life is just existance
Of silly puppets at the edge.

Ingvarr4. September, 2014.