I'm Created.
Created by a lost soul with a vengeance.
Vengeance on a man she once threw everything away for.
Sat around and watched as she repeated the same cycle with every intoxication that came after.
Cloth limbs stitched together to perfection.
With red fabric in the shape of a hollow muscular organ.
This wine-colored part of me sewn with extra stitches to complete me.
I am now the soul of whoever possesses me.
The practitioner.
He enchanted me with his kindness.
Something I had once dreamed of.
As I was always seen as someone to poke and prod.
He looked past my stitches and saw what completed me.
This was my purpose.
The intoxication I attached to with a naive pulsing in my chest.
His true objective soon was revealed.
The mask slipped, He used my soul against me.
Poking me with pin after pin until my stitches broke open.
Pulling out his needle and thread to stitch me up after.
I have become the soul who once created me.
The pins started to fill me.
While they were taken out, the holes they left behind.
Minuscule in size, but the seams were unforgiving.
Numb to the pain, He sews my mouth to keep my quiet
Isolated from everything and everyone
I am now the soul of he, who possesses me.
