The Puppet Master

HE PLAYS WITH THE DOLLS HE MADE
TRYING TO FILL THE VOID SHE LEFT BEHIND
THAT NITE PLAYS OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN IN HIS HEAD @ NIGHT.
HE REMEMBERS HER FACE,
HER TOUCH,
HER LIPS DANCING ACROSS HIS SKIN.
THE WARMTH OF HER BODY CHASING THE COLD AWAY FROM HIS AS THEY LAY THERE INTERTWINED.
BUT THAT DAY THEY FOUGHT
SHE RAN OUT INTO THE POURING RAIN.
HE WAS SO UPSET HE NEVER REALIZED WHAT HE WAS THINKING TILL IT WAS TO LATE.
HE HAD WISHED HER DEAD........AND HE GOT IT.
SHE WAS IN A CAR ACCIDENT ON THE EDGE OF A CLIFF
BUT BEFORE ANYONE COULD GET THERE THE CLIFF BROKE.
SHE DIED BUT THE DUSH THAT RAN INTO HER LIVED TO SEE ANOTHER DAY.
THAT NITE HE SWORE TO FIND THAT MAN AND KILL HIM.
NOW HIS PUPPETS ..OH HIS PUPPETS
THEY TELL HIM HE'S SANE
THEY TELL HIM THAT KILLING HIM IS THE ONLY WAY HE CAN GET HER BACK
ALL THE PAST COUPLES THAT HAVE COME TO HIS WAREHOUSE
DATING BACK FROM 1792
ALL THE COUPLES THAT HAVE COME HAND IN HAND TO A COUPLES RETEREAT.
ONLY TO FIND THAT THEY HAVE WALKED INTO THEIR KILLERS ARMS