she tied the cords
around my throat
played my vocal chords
like a violinist
in the first chair
of the orchestra
of the damned
sending my own words
reverberating
through the desolate
emptiness
of my personal
concert hall
playing my fears
and passions
like an auteur
leaving nothing
but blood flecked lips
curled
into a sardonic grin
as i begged
for a smile
to show
my worthless adoration
was at least worthy
of her momentary
notice