i'm me.

a boy, caught in your snare.

you keep all the boys on a short leash,

i can tell.

you want so much of me,

yet you never ask for any of it.

you drink me in,

you fill me up-

you are my living contradiction.

my schizophrenic train of thought

scrawls on for pages-

you just listen to your old favorites.

you give me praise like a good boy

when i've pleased you,

my mistress.

you tug once on my leash,

click your tongue against your teeth-

i, your obedient slave,

follow my goddess for life.

copyright 2008

Kage Jonas Coven