The puppet

The love you claimed that would fix the wounds,

instead it only caused another soul to be burned.

As the souls come together into the light,

You now fight to find the strings you once held.

Yet, they are nowhere in sight.

The puppet you once held has pulled the strings

From your hands, and left the chains of regret behind her.

As you pull the chains, its your soul you feel screaming

For what was once there, can be no more.

All that is left is the burning and screaming

from the pain that you caused.

As the dawn comes, you realize:

the puppet has taken a new appearance.

Has learn to live again, to watch and await,

for your sad failure.