The love you claimed would fix the wounds,
Instead only caused another soul to burn.
As the souls come together into the light,
You now fight to find the strings you once held,
Yet they are nowhere in sight.
The puppet you once held has pulled the strings from your grasp,
And left the chains of regret behind her.
As you pull the chains,
It's your soul you feel yearning
For what was once there can be no more.
All that is left is the burning and screaming,
From the pain that you caused.
As the dawn comes you realize,
The puppet has taken a new disguise.
Has learned to live again.
To watch and await your sad demise.
