• She sits on the self
    With her poorly sewn clothes
    And newly painted red eyes
    Mascara running down her face
    But why would my puppet cry?

    She need not of love or friends
    Nor of food and drinks
    So, Why must my puppet cry?

    Her head tilts up
    Her mouth opens wide
    As she says in my mind,
    "No I need not of foolish things,
    But for your soul to become mine!"

    Her eyes fade slowly to white
    Her screams surround me
    The world turns so black.

    I wake with this fright
    My nightmare in mind
    Still I wonder why...
    As I cry through my
    Newly painted red eyes.