Master of Strings
This puppet self-conflicted
Surreal to the end
I’m painting my own master
From the pain that I depend
This master so forgiving
Never one to speak
I am frightened of his laughter
And I depend because I’m weak
These strings eternal rapture
My strings are every pain
Unseen but granting vision
Yet never letting me relate
This puppet unbecoming
Whenever I have come undone
Unseen yet still regretting
That I have never had such fun
Master please implore me
Teach me how to stand
So I can divide this mirror
Between myself and why I’m damned
And all that’s left is silence
Between this mirror land
Where puppets are their masters
To deny the strings within their hands
Suddenly strings reach out
Right across this pain
Entangled within others
As the master starts his game
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