The Puppeteers Collection
Sit and listen
to the screams of a child,
Fear the glowing green
of eyes so wild.
Burning auburn strands
that lick across the sky,
A flowing river red
slipping from her eye.
Rose fetid lips
drawn apart with pain,
Drowned by the thunder
that's singing to the rain.
Her silence is found
with one last painful kiss,
So bitter the poison
thats led her soul amiss.
Mascara mixing ash
drawn upon her face,
Human converted doll
to fill an empty space.
A collection that sits
before I, the puppeteer,
Love is what they sought
but I give only fear.
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