Puppet.

He sits alone and cold
Dead to the world
Nothing to behold;
Nothing to own
Blank stare
See's right through
No emotions to control

A 'puppet',
As introduced by himself
Dead; Lifeless; Doll
An 'illusion',
But he doesn't mind

She see's beauty;
Intellegence and grace
Covering sad elements of past
His eyes meet hers
Locked and loaded
Chilling black pupils
Like the barrels of a gun
And she sighs, content
Could this be a darker love?