My Marionette
It was getting harder and harder to fake.
To put on a false grin that killed me
with each of the face muscles that lifted.
The devilish fiend cowered over me
as strings were tied below me with draining force
rather than above me with movement.
My life's purpose trickled down from below me
in a never-ending cascade.
Even if he is silent and rarely insightful,
the most abysmal flesh-eating virus to ever consume you
will lead you to the darkness.
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