Marionette

Chaos, delusion; Amassed a kin    
We quiver and dance with mask and din    
Maneuver the depths  
Alas! We’re in    
Container the thoughts and rasp them thin    
   
Candour forced    
Becoming riled    
Tempters beguile the shaded child    
Wind whips through    
Tepid    
Wild    
Prune his roots; keep him mild    
   
Shelter them darlin’    
Keep them well    
Liquify their minds; make them swell    
Tinker and tine; the truth will tell    
Sprinkle design    
Escape this hell    
   
Fancy the dark; the wicked; profane    
Spill the glass    
Let it drain    
A sloven syntax; it’s how my words are lain    
Devoir and duty; a marionettes disdain    
   
A tier    
A toss    
A cancerous foe    
I dance the dance in which I know    
Tame the fortune; keep it low    
Curtail the breadth; no sense in tow    
   
Cannot rupture    
Cannot savour    
Can’t return the blind man’s favour    
Hold it close; don’t let it waver    
Consume it whilst it has no flavour    
   
Infect me slowly    
Harvest my thought    
Corrupt design; it’s how we’re wrought    
Valour defined as societal rot    
Snip the lines, we cannot be bought    
   
I wane    
Deflect    
Reject the chain    
I’ve rusted through, yet still remain    
I forge a path to keep me sane    
Pay your respects; to death, we feign