“Death of a Marionette”

    Range at point blank
    Hands tremor, unsteady
    Voice cracks, not yet ready
    But clenching my jaw,
5    Manipulator‘s law,
    Like tools, mindless puppets
    Time passes, already.

    Strings tighten, breath ceases
    Hell swallows, time freezes
10    Those brainwashed, diseases
    Infecting the pieces
    Of innocent hearts
    The laughs become wheezes
    As the one which fires hatred
15    Comes and goes as it pleases.

    String’s drawn back
    Thunder strikes, sounds so heavy
    Aim’s right, still so petty
    But relatively steady
20    Peach stained with wine red
    Metal rips through their head
    Marionette drops dead
    In the sea of bloodshed
    For all hope has now fled
25    In this body of dread
    And we drown ourselves deep
    Since in truth,
    We’ve died.
 

So umm..Yep. This is my poem for my Speech final. I think this should at least get me a solid B. Yep.

Thoughts?