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The words on the page call to me like whispers in the night.

my mind is fighting for existence, only hearing you call my name

what magical words i hear lifting them selves off the page

filling the air with darkness no light can bare this shadowless sight

you still call me drawing for me no matter how i try to fight it

pulling me to the light it keeps calling me to my death

as i wake to find my sheets red

blood drawn fomr no where

what can this be?

i ponder to my self as i lift my self to clean off the bed

i see the beast staring at me like a bug to a light i try to run but no use

looking away no use

i try to scream but that only amuses you.

i feel the life draining from me

The beast toying at me what will i do next as your little puppet

what will i do for my master?

why do i fear my master he is a beast

and makes me crawl just for amusement trinket

in this little tiny room he spins me around

like a little stuffed doll throws me across the room just

to hear me scream the beast is my master and i am his little trinket doll