Marionettes

Don't stop your crying.
I love the sound you make
When the tears upon your face are close to drying,
And that frigid heart of stone starts to break.

All the words you tried to say won't emit
As they fall down all the way to the pith
Of a body that once moved in compliance
To the strings I pulled it with.

Don't stop your lying.
I love the face you make
When you raise your upper lip while denying
That as you speak your voice starts to shake.

All the words you tried to say won't emit
As they fall down all the way to the pith
Of a body that once moved in compliance
To the strings I pulled it with.

I'll play you.
I'll play you for a fool.
I'll play you for a fool, and you'll buy it.
Then I'll cut all the strings I pulled you with.

- afm