Fasten
A princess locked in a castle,
Her mind only to become crazy
Her only duty is to serve.
But Is that true?
Those who come to her every day
Has met their brutal fate.
Cut in two or four, whatever you name it;
You too, won't be able to make it.
If one day you where to save her from this brutal fate,
What will you become?
Like a million fastened bolts in my heart,
Distant memories are to blind me.
What is the reason for us to part?
Red liquids continues to stain me.
It is like chains insisting to close in,
So I continue to slice and cut open.
And so then I continues to seek new ones.
What will I do next?
Steal a heart or steal a brain?
There's a difference you know.
When she was little she was creative.
She used to give dolls a life
Now she takes flesh of several bodies
Only to put them together again.
Of course, the love she once had disappeared.
But Her mind is only to her work.
Only to slice and use it for her creation.
As if no one has ever given her anything.
Only to fasten and wind the flesh together with threads.
As if she could just use her own heart...
And when she does,
She'll say...
"I have made the perfect you."
YOU ARE READING
~Feelings Purette~
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