I am a vessel without a soul,
my hands are tainted with blood.
I show no emotion, my eyes are black as coal,
my pray falls like an endless flood.
I am no angel of light and harmony,
but a cursed demon with a scar across her back.
My power in not to grant wishes,
but to damn all into endless black.
I control my victims with endless strings,
And have them do my every last biding.
Every day I wish my suffering would end,
But how can I wish if I have no soul?
Maybe the reason I feel so empty is because I am a puppet too,
thatís why Iím a puppeteer because I donít want to be lonely anymore.
done in pen and ink and edited in coral painter and photoshop