Marionette

Her colors are black and blue

Shades of purple and yellow too

Her words are hot venom and violence

Unforgiving, and unknowing

Walking a liquid line

That comes from a can and a bottle

Her voice like her actions is a broken record

Watch her walk like an unstable marionette

Only driven by that next sip

Am I talking to her? Or the toxic fuel that she chokes down?

She’ll walk alone on her path of destruction

Rotting from the inside out

She’s a living corpse with soulless eyes

Barely there, how can she care

With all those scars, how could she?

Instead of caring she prays to the god of barley and hops

Hoping it will heal her even after

All the damage it has caused

The puppet has become the master

She’s passed out at the wheel

She cries for help, but slaps the hands away of all those who try

With that I’m afraid,

With that I know she’ll die.