Servant of the Bones

I am a servant of the bones;
Making me do anything to reveal...
You whip lashes of stones;
And yet I try so hard to conceal...

I am a slave of the scale;
Craving to never once gain...
You; make me so frail;
And you whisper; "You deserve pain"...

I am a servant of the bones;
Turning warmth cold...
You sit high on the throne;
And I instantly do what I'm told...

I am a slave of the scale;
Shiver as the tear slither...
Yet you always seem to prevail -
And you always make me wither.

A servant of bones and
A slave of the scale...
I wonder, will they always be my identity?
I wonder, will I ever be free?

Simple Sensation
24 October 2007