A puppet controlled
He used to be real
Until she came along
He stands limp,
Hanging from his strings
Until she picks him up
She tugs on his strings
And forces him to dance
Her dance
He follows her dangerous steps,
The dark path of her mind leading him on
But his intelligence is gone
And he will never realize
That she is killing him
She just holds tighter to the strings
And dances him to death
From the vile darkness of her thoughts
To the cold depths of his grave
