no longer a marionette.
only yours in loving death.
there in wake will lie a beauty.
a putrid heart to beat newly.
a melancholy shadow risen.
a forgotten soul to do what's bidden.
blood to be spilled and avenged.
a tortured puppet makes amends.
decay of wasted matyrs you find.
are all that shes left behind.
at her hands they did cry.
as she runs rampant they all die.
the lies remebered as she woke.
wind me up the dollie spoke.
