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