Dear Marionette

A tale between a Hero, Marionette, and Puppet Masters.

The darkness stretches farther than time can afford

filling this hollow shell with a tasteless melody chord;

creating a silence that whispers of a painful past

that never seems to find relief willing to last

The past that whispers, echos within the night

devouring her hunger to seek the light

were the very voices that tamed her to the dark

allowing her pain to awaken from the very start

{}Past Whispers: My dear marionette, why do you disappoint me?

Within the distance a sound feeds her fears

a slight opening brings her into tears

as the darkness become devoured by the very sight

of a strange man who, in the room, brought in the light

Crawling into what is left of the darkest of night

as the light illuminates the strangers sight

hiding for what she wished that he will not see

the scars that continue existing just to be

{}Dear Stranger, why do you not hurt me?

Confusion appeared on his face

as if he did not know about this place

Perhaps he’s baffled at the crimson stained floor

or upon finding me instead of his expected amore

The darkness was not enough to completely hide

the evidence of my creation before the light subsides

and become illuminated was enough for him to see

every place that those strings were attached to me.

And the very thing that I was trying to erase

became visible as his gaze cannot help but trace

the crimson path created by other’s desires

scarring my pale skin as if licked by fire

{}Dear Spectator, why do you save me?

He sees the broken glass cutting into my feet

For I deprived each mirror my reflection to see

but in result each step digs into my soul

removing, for just a second, those scarlet memories

As his face portrays a feeling of worry

leaving repeatedly from my lips: im sorry

for he felt the need to began cutting my strings

my fear deepening at the thought of becoming free.

With each string removed

a memory is resurfaced

revealing the creator of the unwanted snares

an image of each guy that promises to save her

Come here little one I will treat your pain

but i am going to be simple and plain

and many strings, to me, they began to connect

as each claim the ownership of this broken marionette

They watch in pleasure as she cowers in defeat

Allowing once again for history to repeat

all too familiar is she to metal slicing her skin

forging desires into demanding paths created by these men

With each new guy were a load of lies

leaving her screaming through her piercing cries

because with each softly whispered words of love

were only their sadistic plans to trap her like a dove

As each melody is sung at its own pace

the spectator will no longer forget this place

however, he does not seem to be leaving my side

and his presence began making the darkness subside

Whispered words of love, drenched in lies

still continue to echo through the night

and my fear began to encumber me

as he took the familiar metal at the seam of my last string

{}Dear love, why do you not seek to control me?

His pure lips formed an answer i wanted to believe

noticing his gaze never once leaving me:

Because love is not strings that binds and controls

but petals that feed the creation of your rose

It was then that she let go of her last string

knowing that the whispers her only love brings

were not the same as the longful lies

but the voice singing to her a renewed lullaby

Reviews

[timthy]

Wow!!! very mesmerizing read. Your personification of the marionette, and the characterization of each character and their motives are brilliant. A major thumbs up!!! Can' wait to read more!