Puppeteer

Pull the corners of my mouth into a smile

Wrap your wings around me for a while

Red thread ripping all my seams

Let the numbness take over me

Black tides wash me up on shores of glory

Sparkling sands of ancient gold

Ashen soul take hold

Cold hands feel the heat

Magnetic pull beyond the threshold

Red eyes peer beyond the veil

“Take me to the place I am destined to be”

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