Puppets

I was set upon a wooden box With strings fastened to my hands and feet It seems she promised to make me dance With her skillful hands I'd feel the beat The music, I could hear really well Sadly I was unable to move That would change according to her plan Her music had a sinister groove My knees she crushed with a big hammer All my other joints broken with such glee It seems she needed another puppet Why I wonder did it have to be me When I screamed she skillfully broke my jaw Then each finger crushed in her metal vice She laughed and said, "Oh don't you worry, I have stored up a whole chest of ice!" Then she came close, to look in my eyes Telling me that she much preferred green Sadly blue was not her color of choice She wanted eyes that exuded mean I watched her return, with two glass eyes And a sharp knife in the palm of her hand As she got close, I gave her a head butt she dropped to the floor like a bag of sand On the very spot where her hammer rested Thankfully the claw pointed up in the air The crack of her skull was a lovely sound I took much pleasure in her lifeless stare Now there is no one to pull my strings I sit here waiting with my puppet friends The room is quiet none of us can speak We all look like babies, wearing depends!