Puppet Master

The blue waters of your eyes are shallow,
Barely knee deep.
The echo of your voice is hollow,
Empty words to keep.
The blood in your veins is cold,
Your heart of ice.
The games you play are old,
Playing as she likes.

Stand up people now,
So you can plainly see,
This girl and how,
She makes a puppet of me.

Arms like twigs,
Legs like limbs,
Lynching tree lives,
On hearts and figs.
Hanging on the look she gives,
Believing she's more mine than his.

You do not see my beauty,
Or the red of the blood I bleed.
You do not see my heart twist,
As you squeeze my every need,
You do not show mercy,
As you bat a shadowed eye,
You quietly say you love me,
Though you care not if I die.

If a heart to break,
Is truely what you need,
There is only one place,
You need to come to feed,
As the puppet master pulls the strings,
Can you see my heart beat?

Put on a show for all to see,
Drinking and kissing on me.
Another bar girl of dreams,
Twisting my every need.
Thought I knew you better than them,
But here I am drunk again,
Strings too thin for me to see.