The-Poison-Poet

Puppet master, O puppet master of mine. The strings on my heart are at your fingertips. Decisively planned and rehearsed motions move me at your will. My heart will always be at your command. Move the lights so that they polish me and never put me in the dark. Broadcast me and control me, my darling puppet master. Take good care of me and oil me well so that I may better serve you. Long days and shelterless nights have worn me down to the state I am. If it weren't for you I would still lay motionless unable to visualize the complex possibilities. Puppet master, O puppet master of mine, thank you for taking the time to reanimate this lost spir