The monster has a grip on you like a fiendish dog that ravished a piece of feral meat Gripping all of you, holding tightly to your soul The things you say, the things you do are actions not from self, but like a puppet you obey Twisting, turning and moulding you into something rather dark the puppet master make you say, the puppet master make you do, but none of these that make you you, your thoughts are rather twisted like a puzzle not yet solved,
I peer a glimpse of you and you say you will be fine, I hear the things the words you say that remind me of the time, but the time has fluttered across the sea and the memories they still fade I hope one day you break away and the puppet master meets swift demise But until that day, in every way, I slowly but surly die inside
Someone very dear to me is in constant struggle with drugs...