Kayla Barker

You might not know this yet,
But I’m your twisted little marionette.
And you- My almighty puppeteer.
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Tell me pretty boy with the broken wings
-Are you a fallen angel?
One sent to tempt me with thine beauty?
Press thy lips against this cheek,
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Your blood is like art to me.
Watching it drip into a puddle on the floor,
Painting a wonderful picture.
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I don't want your whispers,
Of sweet nothings in my ear.

I want...
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Shadows dance along the wall,
A morbid party for one and all.

A child's fear Manifests,
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Oh, no...
Brace yourself
Here come those blood curdling screams.
They're begging to be set free.
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An answer to my other poem, My Princess.

Why hello there, My Lowly Peasant,
How are you this May morn'?
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I’m tired of your sugar coated nasty lies.
Always right,
Even when you're wrong.
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I’m tired of this masquerade,
This living of a lie.

I must confess,
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Standing in a dark graveyard,
She watches the graves,
Of friends, family, lovers.
They have all take their last breaths,
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One day I'll find my inner thoughts,
There.-Spread upon my floor,
A scene of macabre for everyone to see.
The stains so deep.
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Hello there my Princess,
How are you today?
Come and dine with me,
Like you did last night,
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