i am nothing but a puppet,
a lifeless marionette,
seemingly long and never-ending
white strings attached and connected,
tied around my fingers,
my arms and feet do not move
in its own accord,
but i know there is something,
an unspeakable horror,
a dark midnight shadow,
that speaks in a thousand voices
but not heard by anyone else
other than me,
it holds me captive,
a silent killer,
a midnight murderer,
it smiles
as it manipulates the strings
with so much ease,
turning it to blood red,
but it remains quiet and invisible,
for it is all in my head.
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confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
