Puppet Master

Her control of the hand
It runs you round and round
As she laughs at you
And drops you to the ground
She lifts you up
She lets you down
She controls your moves
As she spins you round and round
Without a voice
You scream in vain.
Without your own control
You fear the pain
In the mid-night she calls out
And you are on your own
She calls your name
And you are driven home
Driven home by the madness
The love of uncertainty
The loss of ones self.

TLW ~96