The Ventriloquist

Lain upon a scintillating green;  a blind ignorance,
emerges jewels of Garnet.
Instrument of the deep crept inside;
left brands of imperfection.
I am your ventriloquist;
director of every action.
Abandoned and lonesome;
jewels of Garnet darken.
The porcelain has ruptured;
they writhe inside, and hollow you out.
Left behind as a vacuous shell.
I am your ventriloquist;
director of every action.