Puppeteer

A mirage masking the poison s**t
sweet like a peach till you reach the pit
lift me up only to lower the lows
kiss my lips to strengthen your blows.
Act as though you give, to take
more than your fill
tend to my wounds
to strangle my will.
Prisons built...with guilt....confidences Kilt (killed)..
Mind is fucked my cellmate fear
sweet whispers in my ear
temptation sings
manipulations and heart strings
sob stories and words that sting.
Wasted time and tears
Love you's that should of been F**k you's
self-esteem disappeared.
I wasn't seeing so clear
but this ends now my dear
with theese scissors right here
your not my f*****g Puppeteer.