NOTE: I hardly ever do personal poetry, but this is an exception

You are my puppet,
Athough you defie me,
You take away wats mine,
And laugh as you deny me,
But ounce you are my puppet,
You are always my puppet,
And I will make you dance,
On your bloody strings,
Make you curse and make you scream,
All for me,
You take wats mine,
And expect to get away,
But I won't let you go,
My prey,
I'll control your every thought,
And stab you with my eyes,
Untill you've given up,
And wat's mine there lies,
I shall take it back,
Only to break it,
Break it in half,
Back you will take it,
I shall stun you with my words,
And sting you with my voice,
And a million appoligies,
Will not erase your choice,
It dosen't matter wat you do,
For soon I will control you all,
I'll laugh through the seering pain,
But I won't break your fall,
Because you are my puppet,
That's all,