My puppet master

The bleeding wont stop,
you cut me to deep.

My hearts growing cold,
for you stole all my heat.

This pain is to great,
I still can't believe.

When I needed you most
You decided to leave.

I loved you so much,
and gave you my all.

When you cut my strings
to the floor I will fall.


Say its not so,
I'm a good boy in training,

Please let it not be that
My puppet masters done playing?

Throw me my strings,
and ill make my own noose

Then ill hide all the knives
so you can't cut me loose.................

By darkheartmagic

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