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Feb 2017
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 guaranteeΒ Β 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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