Puppet Master
Manipulation, deceit
That is what describes me,
I twist things and bend them to my will,
I am the puppet master...
I don't know why,
I see them die, in my hand
Sharp shards of glass cutting in to my palm,
yet I envy them
I am the puppet master...
but why?
I use death to speak,
no, I am death, yet it will never come to me
who is making this pain...
I feel as though I could wake from this nightmare
WHY?!?
am I going to cry
I know I can not,
but who says I cant
my mind goes blank
these thoughts are erased from my head
Am I the puppet master...?
or the puppet....