You control me as your puppet
Every string you pull pushes against my spine,
As if our minds no longer think alike.
My body aches as you hang me off that broken coat hanger full of dust mites.
Nothing satisfies your hunger, not even my dying spirit.
You lock me in that case, where I suffocate and my lungs start to collapse.
I’m so uncomfortable in this place, but you don’t care.
I’m all just for show as you enjoy that green full of blood flow.
Another show passes, my outfit deteriorates.
My legs screws needs tightening.
But you still don’t care.
You put me to the side and bring your new puppet.
Welcome to the show.