Puppetry
A used marionette
strung with wire
callously hanging
without causation
Empty melancholic eyes
kills a room dead
the once impassioned eyes
hung with a wire
A heart traced upon a chest
now looms with darkness
as something once there
succomed to the wires
A marionette used
for nothing more than a show
now suspended from wreched wires
submited to a vindictive nature
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