Puppet Strings
I dance upon these puppet strings
to please your every wake and call,
You clap your hands and sing along,
How I want these strings to fall.
.-.
I cannot move without puppet strings,
Your hands they make me jump and walk,
For you are the master of us all,
And we, ourselves, the flock.
.-.
I do not see past puppet strings,
an invisible line that holds me back,
I stand still, head bowed down,
Until summoned to attack.
.-.
I do not feel with puppet strings,
My heart is lifeless, filled with cold,
Inside I'm empty, filled with air,
For I only do as I am told.
.-.
I sense there's something wrong with puppet strings,
For puppet strings fall to the ground
The puppetmaster walks away,
And I find myself confound.
.-.
I collect dust without no puppet strings,
For from my strings, I am now free,
I found that something is missing all along,
Those puppet strings belong to me.
Short no? Second to last stanza sucks. -.-;
Five points to whoever gets it! Btw, have I written with something with puppet strings in it. I have a feeling I did for some reason.
LaTeR dAyZ!
