The Puppet Master

I forsake the life I had 
For there were moments of happiness
But under it all was un-dealt with pain.
Manipulation under his breath
He controlled my decisions 
Whilst whispering of his intent.
Blinded by hesitation and routine
Dancing to the pipers tune 
My life succumbed to cruelty.
Wires pulled my submissive body 
He steered my solo into my grave.

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