Haunted puppet

You are the puppet master, i am your block of sickness
but i have no loving father, no angel as my witness
through my veins you sewed the strings, and nailed them to your hands
cuffs linked around my neck, please release these wretched bands

my locks were dug from an unearthed grave of a girl with blackened wire hair
My heart you ripped from a chest that knew nothing but violence and despair
My dress you stole from a broken doll, scorched with embers and worn
my body carved from a casket, decaying, rotted and torn

you painted my lips from blood in the form of no emotion
hammered each leg and arm in unsymmetrical proportion
my arms hang loose, my neck it breaks, my legs lay limp and dangle
the only time I'm allowed to dance my ropes knot in a massive tangle

you twist your fingers and crack your knuckles on the stage that i perform
frightening ghosts are watching me, rotting and deformed
a broken piano plays a shattered song for my feet to crack and splinter
cock my head, lift up each knee, in a sad and hollow canter

So you dance me on this stage you've built from rotting broken bones
and each seat in this haunted theater is made from nameless cracked tomb stones
upon each chair is placed a skeleton that clawed it's way from their grave
to see this dancing puppet girl in this bloody masquerade

The audience throws back it's head to show a horrid scream of knives
it's their laughter from my tortured dance and all their deceitful lives
with every twirl you spin me I give out a silent scream
a muted screeching symphony in every tap routine
my stone cut shoes are filling with a blackened flesh-thick liquid
My blood is this wretched, rotting, deadly infested fluid

i can feel your monstrous smile grinning down upon me
Thankful that i cant watch because you painted no eyes to see

You painted me no eyes to see but gave me ears so i could hear
so you would whisper to me songs of betrayal, butchering and fear
you enjoyed giving me life merely to know pain
You were amused to see me locked inside your walls, and kept my voice retained

we watch you play god, giving life to terrible creatures
Building them with mutilated burning demon features
You laugh when the horrid monsters beg to be burned
when they mourn for the sunlight and precious air that they so desperately yearn

At night i am the performance of a mournful black mystery
by day i am locked into darkness, a boxed cage with no existing key
but i do not try to escape, for i was born without a soul
you didn't forget, nor neglect, but refused to make me whole

but one night you left me open, you forgot to close the cage
I found your book of life and i dared to read a page
my splinters felt over every word, then my spirit was given light
i was given a soul to bare, and the will to fight
then i felt more then just pain, sadness, and hunger
i felt tearful, i felt alive, i felt bliss...i felt anger

so i climbed down from my entrapment and shook my wretched strings loose
then rearranged the tightened knots into a deadly noose
i crawl to your bed in a spider-like stance
your sleeping deeply, in my murderous trance
quietly my decaying body moves to your bed
and so silent fingers slip the strings over your beastly head

then i pull as hard as my stickily arms will
your eyes spring open, and your voice cracks a mind blowing shrill
i keep pulling tighter while your gasping for breath
knowing soon that your body would have no life left

your still choking, begging for air
you've lost control in your shop of despair
keep pulling the noose till your neck bleeds
and on your pain the other monsters feed

look around in horror, your creatures are living
want revenge for the tortured lives you've been giving
they help me to tighten the chords on your throat
in your death they bask, in your pain they soak

then something happens, mine eyes can see
the bands fall from my neck, I'm breaking free
as you choke i begin to grow
my limbs turn to flesh and now you know

My hair is replaced with living strands
the rusty nails fall from my knees and hands
your eyes are bleeding, losing their sight
I'm growing stronger for every breath you fight

My hollow body is beginning to feel
by the time you are dead, this doll will be real