PUPPET MASTER.

"I remember every second of that day of that day
The day he had his wicked way
It will be forever etched in my memory
No need for pencil, pen and emery
The physical scars will get better I’m sure
But the mental ones nothing will cure

I hated him more than I ever did
Why did I love him? I felt so stupid
He showed me no remorse or compassion
I hated him with a fiery passion
I had lived in fear of him for so long
Living a life so deplorable and wrong
All he dishes out was torture and pain
Well I wasn’t going to endure it ever again
I was scared, vulnerable and afraid
I should have left but instead I stayed
I turned a blind eye to everything
Even ignored his dirty fling

With terror and force, he took over my soul
With his constant dictations, took full control
He belittled me more, each and every day
Controlled my life in every single way
To what I could wear, to what makeup I could put on
What choices did I have? I tell you I had none
I was his puppet, he was my master
Moving the strings faster and faster
My strings knotting, twisting together
A physical and mentally restraining tether
Manipulating my thoughts and every move
Ties and rope to which he would never remove
Well I did have a choice, I was going to chose
His pathetic life, he was going to lose

I went over to the chair, looked down on him
Drunk, pie eyed, filled to the brim
There’s no way I would ever miss him
I narrowed my eyes at the drunken slob
That waste of space with no future prospects or job
I wanted him gone, wanted him to disappear
I wouldn’t miss him one iota, wouldn’t shed a tear
I wanted him to sleep with the dead
Wanted him to lie forever in his eternal bed
Did I care about him? Did I heck
I could very easily put a noose around his neck!
I wanted to sing and dance on his grave
Wanted to cheer, party and wave
That monstrosity of a man had ruined my life
I tiptoed to the kitchen drawer, quietly slid out a knife

Hands shaking, I went back into the room
Remembered what he did with the broom
John was evil and needed taught a lesson
I wanted his last words to be an apologetic confession
I studied him sleeping, it made me feel sick
If I was going to kill him, I needed to be quick!
As I towered above him I enjoyed the view
‘A world of torment is where you’re going to
Forever trapped inside a prison in Hell
Oh yes I know that feeling well’

I hated him with the greatest passion
From his personality to his bad taste in fashion
He thought that he was God’s most perfect creation
But he will go to Hell for all damnation
That evil monster was in the form of a man
I thought ‘Keep on breathing whilst you can’
All those wasted years we spent together
I rode the storm, rode the weather
I had to learn how to grow a thick skin
Cope with the beatings and mental pain within
I hid the pain well, I carried on
My feelings of acceptance was all a con
Didn’t he feel ashamed about what he had done?
It was he that was the guilty one
He thought he was great, he thought he was cool
I whispered ‘Remember my dear the number one rule
What goes around, comes around too
Karma will come and sneak up on you
It waits on a certain amount of time to pass
Then it bites you in the ass
‘