The Puppet

My physical form caught in stasis,
as my mind runs countless races.
Trapped in a zombified trance,
moving to your puppet dance.

Your wish is my only command,
following your unending demand.
My thoughts hurt and seared,
destined for the truly wanweird.

I overhear your cachinnation,
what causes your exasperation?
Healing your wounds through my pain,
my attempts at communicating all in vain.

Watching from these blood stained eyes,
everyday more of my inner being dies.
But everybody thinks I'm happy and free,
their minds changed with one step inside me.

I'm dieing with no one knowing,
inside a red river is flowing.
I hope you enjoyed my unwavering devotion,
as I drown in the endless sea of emotion.