Dawning Creations

“Master Manipulator “

You think it’s such a fun little scheme.

Your wanton little creations are getting ever larger as the days stretch on.

 Beautiful in appearance; we all cower before your sweetness.

Those giant blue eyes, seemingly so desperate for the love you proclaim you never were awarded.

 Little peons we are  … In your mighty presence.

So fooled; you have us played, tricked, wool thickly layered in hefty chunks around our eyes.

The fuzziness keeping us comfortably ignorant to your master scheme.

Tell me why it is you feel that you need such control and to lie to get what you want;

 you weep so we’ll regard you as tender, when really we’re just playing

in your dear game; a game, unknown to us, that you rule by far.

 Broken glasses get you want; all you do is want; it’s what you think we want; it’s what you really want.

No dominance in hit control.

 No lies in your honesty because there’s none go begin with.

Your beauty fades more and more as these long days pass.

As your truth is revealed, the wool will melt off our faces as if it were hot wax. Unfortunately for you, no scars on our faces will it leave.

No … It’s all on you. This is your decision. This is all for you.

 Yep you’ve won. You’ve won your little master scheme and now are covered in hideous scars that have erased your beauty and showed your true appearance, broken and bruised. Liars never succeed. Oh how I hope now that from these scars, a new life style you’ll lead.