Dangling from a string
Her puppet master cackling from above
She’s his little play thing
Showing her no compassion, no mercy, no love
She is steered into the wrong direction
Severed legs, she can’t manage alone
Many mirrors incarcerate her tortured reflection
Cracking as they capture her fractured bones
He cut his seal into her skin
Bleeding out her sovereignty
She belongs to him
He’s stealing her precious purity
His obsession restricts her from reality
Keeps her far away
She’s the only casualty
Destined to never again see the light of day
A puppet of malice
Abandoned and discarded
Locked in the dungeons of her master’s palace
Her tears, disregarded

 
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