The Puppet ...

Torturous screams
during midnight dreams
As my soul floats lifeless
in lucifers bowl of wax

Melting into oblivions gate
Struggling as the heat
beats down upon my face

Molded by the master
a transformation begins

Machinations spewed forth
into the putrid mind he has created

Unleashed with hell's fury
to do his bidding

He places me on a stage
that I may sing and dance
for all the world to see

Entertaining, they think I am

Controlled by wires
which pierce my sinful flesh

Speaking forth his words
among this wretched crowd

The people cheer, The people laugh
The people cry as I appear to die

Nights end, they head off for their happy homes
One step closer to lucifer's bowl of wax

Awakened from this dream
with scars on my hands

I wonder .. was it really a dream?

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