I tied you up with ribbons, silk, and wit,
A velvet trap where the spotlight hit.
The curtains rose, the crowd leaned near,
You’re trembling, laughing, caught in my sphere.
Your smile’s too wide, your eyes too bright,
A marionette twirling under the lights.
They cheer for you—my captive star,
On center stage, you’ve come so far.
I painted your lips in crimson sheen,
A living canvas, wicked, obscene.
Each gasp you make, the cameras swoon,
A masterpiece beneath my tune.
Don’t pout, darling—this cage is divine,
It’s glitter, it’s satin, it’s wholly mine.
A snuff of the old life, gone with a wink,
Now drink the applause—don’t you dare blink.
Oh, my silly prize, my lovely show,
A captive jewel in the afterglow.
The world may laugh, but only I see—
You’re not destroyed… you’re art by me.
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