Puppet Girl

About a puppet

Wooden hand, leg of limerence
Fall between the lines of last chance
Last dance, a sorry broken waltz
Dizzy puppeteer, no longer take your dues
Fall victim to suits of faking cards

And flipped, suicide king of ink
Twisted strings of contorted violins
And figurines of unused, vacant eyes
Dressed in Devils red, wine stains
Blood stains, ebb down the limb