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Pulled by my puppet strings, Not a human just a thing. And look at all these stitches Caused by all these... heh. This permanent doll face, Slaughtered with a smile. Even in pain I'll grin all the while. Painted black eyes Meant to see, but I am blind. Tell me is it pitiful To not know the concept of "kind". Pardon my bad manners, I know I must obey. It's either good or bad, black or white Nothing is considered gray. This porcelain skin Chipped away, chipped away. I cannot guarantee  on this earth I shall stay. These knots and bonds are breaking. Am I reaching my limit? Oh no! I'm becoming a crippled heap, Utterly useless. Yes, I have a soul, But it differs with my body. Can't take control My limbs are quite cocky. Take your aim and shoot. Don't you worry about ceasing fire. My brain won't fully comprehend it anyway Because my sanity's about to expire. Alone in my aura. The gasoline is lit. Hope you like my present All you pieces of... heh. This permanent doll face, Slaughtered with a smile. Even in pain I'll grin all the while.
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
Doll Face
Pulled by my puppet strings, Not a human just a thing. And look at all these stitches Caused by all these... heh. This permanent doll face, Slaughtered with a smile. Even in pain I'll grin all the while. Painted black eyes Meant to see, but I am blind. Tell me is it pitiful To not know the concept of "kind". Pardon my bad manners, I know I must obey. It's either good or bad, black or white Nothing is considered gray. This porcelain skin Chipped away, chipped away. I cannot guarantee  on this earth I shall stay. These knots and bonds are breaking. Am I reaching my limit? Oh no! I'm becoming a crippled heap, Utterly useless. Yes, I have a soul, But it differs with my body. Can't take control My limbs are quite cocky. Take your aim and shoot. Don't you worry about ceasing fire. My brain won't fully comprehend it anyway Because my sanity's about to expire. Alone in my aura. The gasoline is lit. Hope you like my present All you pieces of... heh. This permanent doll face, Slaughtered with a smile. Even in pain I'll grin all the while.
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
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