My tragic life as his puppet.

"We were born from the same star," he'd say,
Sweeping his lies under the crimson stained carpet whilst I slept.
His emotionless face haunted my dreams long before we met.
But alas, captivated I was by his convincingly effortless charm.  
 
 
With eyes like a car crash, he was a beautiful disaster.
Gutwrenching to watch. But I sat paralysed...
Too afraid to look away; miss a second of phantom bliss.
And boy was I enchanted by a set of crystaline demons.
 
 
He didn't hesitate; chewed me up and spat out my ever-beating heart.
Sprinkled sulphur until it suffocated, then set it ablaze in case it dare be intact.
Ashes, ashes... And they
all
fell
down.
Buried seperate, deep in a botomless cell.
He performed a perfect piroet where they lie; And people still wonder why i'm in pieces.
 
 
He escaped, without a trace... Modern-day Houdini with a complex.
I asked for it right? Begged for his magic and extravagent lies.
Listened to the sweet nothing's, the beautiful promise of tomorrow...
Ignored intuition; my brain held as a hostage to empty words.
 
 
But he always made himself reappear in the end; the climax of his show,
determined to claim his prize for performing such an amazing feat.
Speechless, and in disbelief that the suspence of his trick had died.
So he created a monster out of boredom.
 
 
And like a deranged scienist he fought hard to bring me back to life.
Forever a slave to my own anguish; echoing his history and devouring souls.
Torn into pieces; too cold for a love that may be deserved.
Subconsiously shattered; many men have tried in vain to mend.
 
 
But I'm his favourite marionette; and the show must go on.