so hangs the heaviest of heads
no pulse, a frozen look of dread
wound up the flesh with wire and strap
pulling it taut to pull you back
arms tightly in, legs drawing back
a rattling exhale to trap
vacate the form to let the spirit in
to see what they see
an oracle made of the dead
a twitching nerve puppets the head
sinew unwound like silken thread
slipping the snare it slowly spread
... i see you..what did you think...that i'd serve you..oh what a laugh
let's try these on, a little ragged wire never hurt anyone
and now bound to my will you'll soon beg me to kill
and i never will
and now your form is fading slow
a throbbing wound there crying low
hollow just like the siren soul
carried away the wind does blow
remains a stain blue-black and thick
whimper and sighing oil slick
vanishing with a greedy lick
now that's one hell ..of a trick
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