I am a doll
You hold my strings
And move me just the way you wish
I guess I've always
Been your toy
Your little puppy on a leash
You cut the strings
And put the shackles
Onto my bloody beaten feet
And throw me out
In the rain
That makes its way across the street
Without a sound
I take the markings
That rain is leaving on my skin
I try to bury
Deep inside
The coward that I've always been
I feel much more
Than I let on
There is a raging storm inside me
As all the things
Come rushing back
The ones I'm studiously hiding
My throat is clenched
My breathing's hitching
As I watch you walk away
Below your feet
The gravel's screeching
The world is turning dirty grey
Why make me suffer
All this time
Pretending hard to be my friend
You've finely taken off
Your mask
I guess we all fall in end
A Broken Puppet
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2009
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It's hard to be a puppet
Much harder that it seems
When time is right, then snap it
Out of the bad dreams. :)
Серж Блэйк 08.01.2011 14:24 • Заявить о нарушении
Much harder that it seems
When time is right, then snap it
Out of the bad dreams. :)
Серж Блэйк 08.01.2011 14:24 • Заявить о нарушении