Invisible threads, exists as dreads, derived from threats, follows every breaths
They're wrapped around my neck, a mark of abhor and neglect
A brutish man quenches to deride me, reluctant to admit I love it,
The threads entwined to my body, enslaving me as his acquiescent puppet.

To his feet I befall, as I am his doll, my liberty small, as he stands tall
Obediently under his control, as to my lecher I sold my soul
I have no brain of mine, his threads in my mind entwine
If I dare to escape out of fear, I'd rather not as the threads might tear.

I'll be your mistress, your servant, your devoted slave,
I'll forever be your plaything until my soul visits the grave
Treat me like your women, as we are part of your deck of cards
I'm blinded, unaware the threads of yours felt sharp as shards.

Blinded by my own desire, I can be his water or his fire
Whatever my master commands, I will obey his demands,
Ambiguous love story right? I am his object of both lust and despicable
What can I say? I am too blind to see the threads that remain invisible.

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