Puppet Master

Puppet Master

Oh puppet master,

I am held up by your strings

You control my movements

Movements that make your heart sing

Do you think you control me?

Oh, I pity you

Is there one that controls you?

Or maybe they all do

You bend my knees,

You make me bleed

I will not stop

I will not pop

I want to please you

I want to serve you

Whatever your command

I shall pull through

But what is this?

A knife at my heart

Is it already the end of this play we live in?

If it pleases you than it shall be

Go on then, kill me.