Puppet Strings

I dance upon these puppet strings

to please your every wake and call,

You clap your hands and sing along,

How I want these strings to fall.

.-.

I cannot move without puppet strings,

Your hands they make me jump and walk,

For you are the master of us all,

And we, ourselves, the flock.

.-.

I do not see past puppet strings,

an invisible line that holds me back,

I stand still, head bowed down,

Until summoned to attack.

.-.

I do not feel with puppet strings,

My heart is lifeless, filled with cold,

Inside I'm empty, filled with air,

For I only do as I am told.

.-.

I sense there's something wrong with puppet strings,

For puppet strings fall to the ground

The puppetmaster walks away,

And I find myself confound.

.-.

I collect dust without no puppet strings,

For from my strings, I am now free,

I found that something is missing all along,

Those puppet strings belong to me.


Short no? Second to last stanza sucks. -.-;

Five points to whoever gets it! Btw, have I written with something with puppet strings in it. I have a feeling I did for some reason.

LaTeR dAyZ!