Blind Puppet
I prance around like a marionette
As she toils with my slipping strings.
As if in a coma, my thoughts aren't expressed.
A blank billboard, white washed with her giant brush....
Her power is godly as she molds my every move.
like as if I were made of wood or clay.
Thoughts, feelings, emotions... Mean NOTHING
I am stuck in her quick sand trap
which is slowly engulfing my soul.
Stuck from any real movement
at least in any meaningful way
She holds her great power at a distance
That is her most impressive trick
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