A suffocating scrunchy
Holds them in place,
Purple puppets
Huddled together pathetically
Let them taste a little freedom

The waning control
Troubled you, At midnight
As the demons snuggled closer
Instead of the feisty soul
That you ruined

Remember the time when your
Insides twisted diabolically
And the lies flowed
Out of your mirthless mouth,
Sweeter than sin

You see, what you expect to see
Black tears leaving satanic stains
On white silk, donned by
An achingly beautiful soul
That was once mine

What you don't see
Are the foolish fantasies
That lay in their graves tonight
And I tower above it,
Surviving like I always do