Puppet Master
No one wants to be a chess piece.
But do we really have a chose?
Is there a button that we can push to change our fate?
From here to there.
No chose.
No light to shine on us.
We are soulless people
here only to be controlled.
The strings holding us are unbreakable.
The puppeteer never tires.
We are never to be free.
Our will has been robbed from us.
We have no control.
But there is one thing.
Are you sure that you aren't a puppet?
Were are your strings?
Who is really in control?
This mirror world is not to be trusted,
everything is fake.
The only thing that is real
is the mirror in which we entered.
But the exit is now gone, along with our hope.
Our reflections laugh at our misery.
Now, where are the scissors for the strings?
Where is the exit from this chess board?
As much as I hate this world,
I don't want to leave.
We know of nothing else
but this endless checkered world.
The curtain has risen.
The audience is waiting,
but there is no one to control us now.
He is long gone.
And so is the exit.
His corpse is rotting in the alley outback.
Now that we have our freedom, what will we do?
We have never been in control before.
We have been freed from our cages.
But we have no wings.
All we can do now is fall.
Fall into the fires.
Hey, hows it? This poem may not really have anything to do with Vampire Knight, but I got the idea from the one scene in the opening theme song where she is sitting on the chess board. You know what I'm talking 'bout? Good. And thus, this poem was born! I hope that you like it, even if it has almost nothing to do with the wonderfully addictive show! Do not forget to review folks! They are good for my soul! And my twisted mind, too!
Sincerely the ever iNSAne,
Synk