Hunted

Hunted: Revised

The puppets near the puppeteer, dwelling thoughts I can't escape, wondering why I breach in fear, hollowed dungeons I forsake. 
Every ego I command, every soul within my hand, every thought they dare to think I shape in sin beneath the sand. 
Shallow graves I dig in vain, only delve into the pain I scream ashamed of every hunted soul that I have given reign. 
Come into this nest of mine, making due within the time I take away your right to see and blinded fools shall drown in me I stole the sea and sold its soul and now my name shall play this role within the sky I take on high I cannot reach unless I fly but wings i pray for everyday will never be within my stay and so I dream until you wake, only hunted shall forsake.