Broken

Worked by strings around your hand,
A broken soul, at your command,
A frozen heart of lace and night,
Bleeds dry, the mind, of all its light.

The puppet master, you and yours,
A mirrored land of perfect flaws,
A shattered life, upon the floor,
A dagger jarring heaven's door.

A wicked laugh of greed and wrath,
Rings out across the bloodied path,
A toxic gaze, deluded craze,
The mind, a passage in the maze.

The eyes, a window to the soul,
The soul, impaled on a pole,
The pole, untainted, unawoken,
Breaks the one who can't be broken.