master of puppets.

Master of puppets.

Your shit don't stink,
Like the rest of mankind,
Your royalty,
within your own mind,
Perfection,
perception you walk a fine line,
Your love is cruelty,
The emotional crime,
On string's you hold control,
You move them at your leisure,
To hard to let them go,
Causing pain,
Your very pleasure,
You reap you sow,
These tiny clothes,
You squeeze them in,
Their anguish shows,
Your afraid of letting go,
A weak ,
sickened mind you show,
You pull the strings so tight ,
Around their arms,
Playing the fool,
They know all your spiteful charm's,
But still your head held high,
No care to see,
The tiny dolls that cry,
The strings around their heart,
Fastened weight,
No air ,
Nor compassion,
These tiny fragile dolls,
Your own vanities fashion,
To master,
Parade ,
Your words,
upon holding,
Delicately painted ,
gainfully,
Painfully without unseen affect,
You splash them all around ,
Neglect,
Your mind so full,
of power you create,
You don't see the tears,
that fall down ,
You don't see them suffocate,
Your mind is full,
of control,
You don't see the fears at all,
The stings you tightly grasp ,
Their roll play ,
the theater of tragedy you create ,
Your the master of puppets ,
Within your own minds hate,
Living a dream,
you so happily create,
Destroying their dreams,
Your puppetry,
controlling their fate.