The Puppeteers Collection

Sit and listen to the screams of a child, Fear the glowing green of eyes so wild. Burning auburn strands that lick across the sky, A flowing river red slipping from her eye. Rose fetid lips drawn apart with pain, Drowned by the thunder that's singing to the rain. Her silence is found with one last painful kiss, So bitter the poison thats led her soul amiss. Mascara mixing ash drawn upon her face, Human converted doll to fill an empty space. A collection that sits before I, the puppeteer, Love is what they sought but I give only fear.