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The Puppeteer

She's running toward the light. She's chased it all her life. She wants it all to end so bad, But she will never reach salvation. She sold her soul. He tricked her. The master of deception. The puppeteer. She thought he wanted more, More than just her mind, But that's all he wanted, To put strings attached. She has to break free, Before he comes. She must cut the strings, Pull them apart. But she doesn't know how. She's desperate. She cuts her wrist. She thinks she just reached salvation. But she just let him forever have her. She completed the deal. She shed the blood. She killed herself. Now the light goes out, And she's all alone. She starts to cry, Then she hears footsteps. He's come for her...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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