Marionette

Lovely eyes are glassy and faraway 

Lovely supple fingers flit and fray

Lovely fake smiles are stretched ominously wide

As your voice is gone and hidden, inside.

Lovely memories are locked and bolted

Lovely emotions and feelings are forever forgotten

Lovely tears are shed and now dried

As the puppet strings lead and forcefully guide.

Reviews

[Extant]

The classic idea of being a puppet re-used, but it's what I notice between the lines; the idea that we are born free and overtime become marionette's, forgetting emotions, losing our individuality. The repetitive lines and words giving a simple quality to horror.