Puppet

It runs through my veins like poison.

The voices tell me to do horrible things.

I have no one to keep me company except the beating of my shallow heart.

The crunching of leaves under my feet keeps me sane.

He yearns for my body, he calls for it.

I answer.

Does that make me wicked?

He holds me.

I am fake.

I did not mean for it to happen.

She feel.

He saw.

I am being held to something I didn't do.

He says he will not tell.

In turn I am his.

Birthright holds me to my thrown.

Desperation holds me to him.

He uses me, flaunts my body to his friends, I am no longer human.

I am a slave to him.

I do as he wishes.

The lights dim.

They advance.

My body is taken on a journey of unwanted ecstasy.

They tire, I am free.

Safe for another day until he calls me to his keep.

I once ruled my kingdom.

Now I am only a puppet.