My Little Plaything

Whispers in the dark, a glimmer of control,

A puppet on a string, you're lost in my hold.

You came into my life like a shadow in the night,

Thought you had a spark, but I dimmed your light.

Every word a weapon, crafted to deceive,

With every touch, I weave my web; you’re mine to grieve.

You dance at my command, every sigh feels like a sin,

No escape from this game, let the chaos begin.

You're nothing more than a tool,

A plaything in my cruel design.

I craft the rules, I make the moves,

Your soul is chained, and you’re so divine.

You feel my breath, like fire on your skin,

A throne of thorns, where the torture spins.

Take a breath, my darling, your fate was sealed,

In the silence, I'll whisper what you've concealed.

You dance at my command, every sigh feels like a sin,

No escape from this game, let the chaos begin.

You're nothing more than a tool,

A plaything in my cruel design.

I craft the rules, I make the moves,

Your soul is chained, and you’re so divine.

In the depths of my control, your will fades away,

Every heartbeat echoes what I say.

A masterpiece of pain, painted with despair,

You thought it was love, but it's a nightmare's snare.

So wear your chains, love, in this masquerade,

A life of shadows, in darkness, we're made.

You're nothing more than a tool, caught in my twist,

In my twisted world, it’s all that exists.