Author Information
The Opiate Violin
You taunt me with an evil smile.
You laugh as I swallow your lies.
With an outstretched hand you pull me in.
Like a slave I bow at your feet.
My will power completely deminished.
In the palm of my hand rests my very existance.
As I plead for release my wrists are bound.
Your betrayal cannot be escaped.
With skilled hands you play your instrument.
