On My Knees by jostef
Down, to knees, neck and arms limply dangle
Empty eyes meet the ground in submission
Granting access, showcasing a quiet vulnerability
Ready for the next best thing to take its place
After, what comes after that? Dare it wonder?
Death is likely, or perhaps a more placid destruction
Ever eager to please, to follow instruction
Does the outcome matter so long as the purpose is fulfilled?