Holding your mind together by STRINGS
by: should I be proud or ashamed?

My words should draw you in
As I whisk away your breath;
Like secrets spilled from parted lips,
I’ll distort the world at my fingertips
And dancing on passion’s edge, volatile but obstinate still,
I’ll have parasympathetic calm and rage all at my will.
My allure will taint your eyes
And my ink will clasp your limbs,
So when it becomes an intoxicating whisper
Mistrusted senses will draw you in far deeper
And as hidden eyes watch from the rafters,
I will become your puppet master.