Marionette

Scream and shout
O young master

Your little puppet has come

For her little games. 

There was a time

When I was controlled by your strings

My head was thrown back in pain

And my feet danced all day. 

But I am pretty dancer no more

Sweet, sweating master

Red paint runs down my eyes

And in my hand I hold a knife.

Don't close your eyes, terrified master

Or I'll tear them out and smile

Look at me one last time

I'm your pretty marionette.