Marionette

The vultures are circling above,
As the feeling goes numb,
The feeling of love,
Is so hard to recover from.

I can run away,
But only trouble that brings,
A marionette dressed in blacks and greys,
Bound to his heart by strings.

They can jerk me around,
But I'm not giving in,
Knock me to the ground,
Make me cry again.

The tears are only temporary,
But the strings still remain,
The bowls of sorrow are so dark and scary,
Yet the feeling remains the same.

I can whine and pout,
Or just take a stand,
I cannot breakout,
From the strings in your hand.

I can run away,
But only trouble that brings,
A marionette dressed in blacks and greys,
Bound to his heart by strings.

I'll remain by your side,
Until the world takes it all away,
Whether you are my enemy or my bride,
There is no place I'd rather stay.