The Puppeteer

Animated Essence,
dripping from my own well
They fall off of my own face
As I cry for hours upon hours

Known to others,
and maybe some I know
My lungs burn from screaming,
at the injustice I feel

Surviving this strife,
is a nigh futile effort
One of which,
my own life has become

Unlike many,
I choose to strive,
for my own glory
Pondering these feelings,
and contemplating all they are,
is how I keep alive

All of anybody,
may think this absurd
Without ever attempting,
my own trials and tribulations

Sounding off,
to the beat of my heart,
The well overflows
Inside of my head,
they lament

Outside of this world,
is heaven to me
No one shows,
any sign of noticing it

Forget all you know,
for once you enter,
what is inside,
you know nothing
When this occurs,
cry
cry for help,
but none will ever come

Now you know,
all of what it takes,
to survive empty,
and try and remain whole

This knowledge,
should not be used lightly
lest,
you fall eternal,
never knowing grace

Shout I say,
shout so that your lungs burn
The fire they feel now,
is what I am all the while

Laughing at your mistake,
of entering my domain,
not knowing the ends and beginnings,
as well as your own

For it is now,
when your beginning shall end
The pen falls onto the paper,
the well dries up

Once again,
another was ensnared,
into my web,
Just like a fly,
you may never walk

Come now,
down to the river with me
Tonight shall be great,
as you stare at me with eyes

See now?
How we all must be?
The end and the beginnings of all,
is what I seek to convey
All under my control

The strings,
are playing with you
They become one with your sinew,
as your attempts of escape,
are all the while futile

Now say out loud,
as loud as you can,
that one day,
I shall play with your end,
to start a new beginning for me

Come now,
come to me,
take what you want with you,
and leave all alone behind

Show me,
show me your ambition,
do you want me to play?
I think not, for it is you
who will always be mine

Before then,
before I take hold of your beginning
what will happen in between,
shall you blur the lines?
Or seek to break them?

Unto you,
is what I wish to instill,
a simple thought,
a single query,
before end,
how shall you spend the beginning?

Lest the beginning,
is one you came to despise,
so give to me,
your essence,
and I shall drink from your well