Blind Puppet

I prance around like a marionette As she toils with my slipping strings. As if in a coma, my thoughts aren't expressed. A blank billboard, white washed with her giant brush.... Her power is godly as she molds my every move. like as if I were made of wood or clay. Thoughts, feelings, emotions... Mean NOTHING I am stuck in her quick sand trap which is slowly engulfing my soul. Stuck from any real movement at least in any meaningful way She holds her great power at a distance That is her most impressive trick