The brain is a machine

Puppet

I'm the leech on your back
Whispering to you
Torturous words that rupture your eardrum
Words to burn and blister your fragile doll skin
I hammer nails to shatter it

I'm the one who corrupted your mind
I left it a place for demons to room
A hell your can never escape from
I dare you to run, sprint from me
But I'm always there
You can hear me calling
And calling
And calling
Rupturing that eardrum and piercing your brain, your skin,
Every piece of you

I'm that echoing you hear in your hollow head
The ringing
I'm the beast that lurks under your bed
I'm in your nightmares
I'm not a form
But an idea
An idea you've tried to stop
An idea that you've tried to lock away

I'm bound so tightly to you that you'll never escape
Never
Your movements are mine
Your body is mine
To control
To have
I own you

I'm your master
And you're my puppet