Shelving The Puppeteer

I went and sold my soul,
With vengeance in my heart,
A dark heart was my goal,
I oddly fit the part.

So as my power grew,
You went through many things,
My weird control of you,
I gripped your puppet strings.

Without me knowing what was wrong,
You turned so icy cold,
Surprise it did not take so long,
Before our life was old.

You tried so hard to get away,
Through substances and fury,
I tried to pull you back each day,
Our trust, gone in a hurry.

Until our life had ended,
I could only speculate,
I’d be hit hard, be winded,
Realized it much too late.

It was my sick, demented power,
What turned your love from me,
I feasted on your mind each hour,
I’d never leave you be.

On the night when our paths parted,
I confused my love and hate,
I’d lost control, not broken hearted,
You’re lucky, losing me was fate.

So now I watch you from below,
I see you find yourself,
My strings are gone, no longer grow,
As you put me on the shelf.