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Don't lie to me master,
dead men tell no tales.
With a knife in your palm,
and a carving in my side.
What plagues your heart?
Do tell puppet master,
why do you scream at me?
I have no voice to cry for you,
no soul to sell for you, master.
With no heart,
my eyes are always dry.
But I see you weep,
and my chest begins to ache.
With a swing of your strings,
I dance before your eyes.
You chuckle as if manic,
and jerk at the strings.
I hit the wall in surprise,
eyes wide and stricken.
Why do you laugh?
What is so funny?
Thrown upon your table,
I dance for you master.
You cut a string,
and my arm goes limp.
You pull out scissors,
so bright I see my reflection.
I see fingers fly,
I feel no pain,
none like yours master.
I spin around,
and my leg collapses.
My body crumbles,
exposed on the surface.
A thud and I'm impaled,
a blade through my torso.
I will not cry,
not a tear I would shed.
Master is smiling again,
I wouldn't dream,
of ending his joy.
What a wicked smirk,
upon his lips I wonder.
With a little scarlet box,
set at my side.
My dear puppet master,
so dear and dark.
What do you have planned?
Do tell me master?
- Title: -Puppet Master-
- Artist: iMud-Kid
- Description: My little puppet girl, she feels no pain, knows no sorrow. Her puppet master is upset and takes his frustration out on her. Because she lives to make him happy, she'll take whatever he does to her.
- Date: 07/09/2009
- Tags: master puppet strings abuse knife
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