• Come my doll, the emotionless one, the only thing you will feel is that hatred...

    I told my puppeteer that I wanted to feel a tear... he made me cry for years...
    I told my puppeteer I wanted to hate humanity...he made me hurt my best friend...
    I told my puppeteer I wanted to be violent.... he made me cut myself until I couldn't take anymore.
    I told my puppeteer I wanted to see a special man... he said maybe someday...
    I asked my puppeteer... Is it someday yet?... he said you'll never see him...
    I told my puppeteer.. you've given me nothing but bad memories... he said my child you are made of a bad memory...
    I told my puppeteer that I wanted to love a special man whether he liked it or not.... he cut off my arm...
    I told my puppeteer I would run to see this special man... he cut off both my legs....
    I told my puppeteer I would die for this special man.... he killed a random stranger instead....
    I told my puppeteer I was sorry and I'd accept any fate he laid... he said my child here is where you get your wings...
    I told my puppeteer I didn't want his wings... he cut my back open as the blood dripped from new sprung wings...and my legs and arm returned...
    I asked my puppeteer... how did these get here?.... he said... my child you've been the angel all along now use the wings of blood and fly... escape from the hate... all the oppression I give you...
    I kissed my puppeteer and wiped away his only tear of crimson color.... and I told him....
    My Puppeteer... you are not the one I fear... the fear within is that now I won't get to love you again...
    My puppeteer smiled for the first time and said.... I was jealous of who you loved...
    I told my puppeteer... I've never loved... I've yet to ask for that....
    My puppeteer held his head low and cried.... Oh woe that I made such a child from the stinge of my own darkened heart.... of all the blood lust I felt so many years and the scar that these fangs bear...
    I lifted my puppeteer's head and kissed him once more and asked... Will you let me love the fangs that so called scar... let me love that darkened heart.. and let me love the life you gave me as I live it by you....
    My puppeteer shook his head and smiled.... You foolish child so this is your last desire of your normal life?...
    I smacked my puppeteer across the face... I was never normal my dearest puppeteer... If I'd been normal I wouldn't be getting my desire granted and loving you.... if I was normal... your burdens wouldn't be mine but your own to dwell on...
    I flapped the new wings twice as I rose to the sky... All my puppeteer could do was look in a happy anguish ...
    My puppeteer said... now be free... never come back... to the darkness within me...

    I screamed in pain and ripped off the wings falling back to my puppeteer...I spoke a few words .... Stop causing me so much fear... if being free is the reward... I'd rather suffer for eternity....

    All My Puppeteer could do was shake his head and say.... My foolish child... I love you...and my reply was as simple as the torture he gave me.... I love you too... My Darkened Puppeteer....

    My puppeteer will you find me one day? will you notice I'm alive... will you love me like I already want to love you....

    Grant me a wish oh Puppeteer.... that one day you will stop making me fear and give me the suffering I long for... let me bleed if you don't find me... let me die if I don't find you...

    Oh puppeteer you made me this Masochist now change me to the bloody angel you desired...

    Oh puppeteer this pain is real... oh puppeteer this is all I feel...

    Oh puppeteer are you real?.... If so pull my strings once more and bring me to your door....