Prince Of My Imagination (The Puppet)

"Prince of my imagination Deny thy crown That I may see the man I kneel before Be tortured no more at the mercy of a marionette!" The Puppeteer wept... All his absent virtues My caged lonliness Paints upon your wooden face (The canvass lends itself to the task) Dance on below your strings in teasing to and fro... And I wonder... Moved under your own power Would your mannerisms mirror this stringy semblance? The potential disparity reveals my design; Forbidden but defended by it's very nature. Fiction and Truth... Would you really align? I let go in the name of self-preservation By his side I'll reside with fatalistic resignation My mind courts itself ever wanting of like, Words. My company again tonight...