Puppetry Show

Flames which used to kindle every corner of the room Now, turn into darkness from even a syllable of your name. So tell me, shall I loathe the flames or pity the darkness? Darkness is something I've learned to confide in due to your negligence Isn't it ironic? Isn't it ironic that even though your flames were ablaze, they still fell short to reach me. You who were a twisted fantasy, made me a marionette in your circus So tell me, shall I turn a blind eye or shall I escape from your twisted games? The answer is neither Funny isn't it? I have become just as twisted as you I'd rather sever these strings then escape because Atleast I'll find solace in the fact that you will remain mine forever -sapph_says