Move your finger
Pull a string
I follow suit
A dead man sings
Whisper words of life
Into a corpse of hopelessness
Promises of happiness
Into a voice gone mute
Dress me up like a doll
Put on makeup to hide it all
A mask to protect others
From the emptiness they might see
If the master says
The puppet will do
The corpse that is yours
Was the shell once mine
I'm a puppet
Just pulled by you
For promises of ease
Everything you say, I'll do
No longer my own
No longer in control
Tell me what to do
The puppetmaster is you
Not meant to be vain
But no longer sane
A ghost in a shell
A ram following the bell
No life
No death
No tears
Or smiles
Just a doll dressed up
Just a puppet bound to strings
Just a corpse with no soul
Still breathing in lies
Each day passes by
But one question resides:
Whose life am I living?
For it surely is not mine
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Totally didn't work on this at midnight.
I have a lot of family to attend to, so I can't say much about this very dark excerpt. Except that it was inspired by a chapter in Just Smile And Nod. The book is great and highly recommended, but in need of serious editing.
Hope you're having a great day.
Tell me 1 cool thing about your day.
Peace out,
Marium
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