puppet-
god pulls his little strings
he knows their all attached to me
fate pulls and tugs at my seams
im just this puppet
im just this puppet
all twisted and rotted away
no one will ever play with me
i crawl across the bright landscape
im filled to my core with hate
god wakes to find this hell a mess
the bonds have fallen to the ground
he screams
but no one hears the sound
im just this puppet
im just this puppet meant for nothing
its your creation anyhow
id kill everything
to become something
 visceral_nightmare · Sat Aug 25, 2007 @ 01:58pm · 0 Comments |
