My "Friend"

As those sacred tears form on your angelic face, I smile... The pain you feel fuels a happy medium inside me... The words to console you won’t form, I used to try to spit them out, no matter what... But I have harnessed the power in my own evolution... You are nothing until I look at you...!!! You feel nothing until I allow you to... I am your puppet?? I AM YOUR MASTER!! You are my marionette... You dance on the cords I have wound into your wrists... You wear the painted smile, the saddened glazed eyes... Your mind is a clear canvas for my thoughts; I paint them in with bleach and blood. Tomorrow I shall wash them out. Hang you back on your dusty useless shelf.