Dark scarlet blood.

Drips from my veins.
Easing this endless pain.

And there you are standing there arms open.
Like you were everything i was waiting for.
Like I'm going to kiss you through that open door.

A wondering thought.
No.
Not this time.
Yet you make me like a puppet on unbreakable strings.
That knows he will never be free.

And my hand run through your golden bronze hair.
And as you start to touch me there.

Shaken head.
No.
Not this time.
Yet you make me like a puppet on breakable strings.
Make me do remarkable things.

And as we fall onto the soft bed.
You feel me up I turn red.

No.
Not this time.
Yet you make me like a puppet on those now breaking strings.
Making me jump through fire rings.

And my tops off now.
And i wonder how.

How did you become so controlling.
No.
Not this time.
Yet you try again to make me like a puppet on now completely broken strings.
No longer able to make me do these things.

And as I run away.
Your silk like voice calls my name.

And as the strings trap me pulling me back.
Hang me on your dirty rack.

I can only wonder.
No.
Not this time.
Yet I'm under your never breaking hold.
Where my whole life feels so cold.