I must follow my own heart,
Even though naïve.
I must leave, only to start,
And I truly believe.
Telling the truth
Never, ever helped me.
So I've become a little
sharp in the tooth,
just so I can be free.
My new-found enemy
Shall feel my wrath.
He mocks me true,
Though and through,
And always blocks my path.
He wishes to escape
Yet he does not understand.
Only his cape
Flutters on a breeze
Of true freedom,
While I am cursed and bland.
But what does he know
Of these vile strings?
I am the true puppet,
My masters are a horrid crow
And a woman of dead things.
But these lines
That flow to their hands
Cannot be cut,
And will not be cut,
And that strictly stands.
Each one of my scars
Kills me inside.
And, each of them bars
My future inside.
And in my mind,
I am not truly me.
I can find a horrid soul
That should never be set free.
If it surfaces again,
I am lost to its mind.
So please, before I gain a friend
Tell me, will their soul be mine?
I am alone in this wood,
Searching for answers that
Can never be found.
I will never stop,
Although I should,
I never could.
So, who am I?
What am I?
When will I be free?
Tell me you,
Tell me please,
That this is not truly me.
Even though naïve.
I must leave, only to start,
And I truly believe.
Telling the truth
Never, ever helped me.
So I've become a little
sharp in the tooth,
just so I can be free.
My new-found enemy
Shall feel my wrath.
He mocks me true,
Though and through,
And always blocks my path.
He wishes to escape
Yet he does not understand.
Only his cape
Flutters on a breeze
Of true freedom,
While I am cursed and bland.
But what does he know
Of these vile strings?
I am the true puppet,
My masters are a horrid crow
And a woman of dead things.
But these lines
That flow to their hands
Cannot be cut,
And will not be cut,
And that strictly stands.
Each one of my scars
Kills me inside.
And, each of them bars
My future inside.
And in my mind,
I am not truly me.
I can find a horrid soul
That should never be set free.
If it surfaces again,
I am lost to its mind.
So please, before I gain a friend
Tell me, will their soul be mine?
I am alone in this wood,
Searching for answers that
Can never be found.
I will never stop,
Although I should,
I never could.
So, who am I?
What am I?
When will I be free?
Tell me you,
Tell me please,
That this is not truly me.
