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marionette
blood ran down
dark as night
the heads hung back
as if they were marionettes
just set there to rest
in a neat little row
like a puppet seller puts the puppets
when its time to close up shop
and me sitting in my little corner
screams running through my head
the knife in her hand
waiting for her to finish her deed
i saw the gleam in her eyes
she was like a child at christmas
so i could go home and sleep
try to forget
never learning how to forget
i had helped her psychotic mind
i accidentally gazed down the row
he seemed to smile
like he knew it was me
how had i lured him?
she had controlled me
make me bring him
so she could have me
all to herself
all alone
when she is gone
