The puppeteer has attached many strings
to me.
Weaving around my heart and forming
a noose about my neck.
I cannot stray.
Cannot wander free.
There’s nothing to do but let my muscles go limp.

I am a porcelain doll for manipulation.
Just lay still.
Stare at the empty space and die slowly.
Ever so slowly.

The minutes pass and I grow old through the
passing.
Aged by seconds.

(Tick Tock)

I have only a lifetime to die slowly.
And the strings pull my head up.
See my smile.
Painted onto the porcelain of my doll face.

The puppeteer pulls the strings
and
I dance.
I smile.
I slowly die.

(Tick Tock)

The puppeteer cannot stop the salty drops.
Wash clean my painted face.
Blurring everything.

And still I dance,
tightly tied to the hands
of my puppeteer.

I dance.
 
The seconds click by.
Slowly throughout my porcelain life,
I continue to die.

(Tick Tock)

Seconds pass
The doll will
Dance.

Say goodbye.
Watch me smile
As I continue to
Die.

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