Drained of all emotion,
I'm left cold, and alone,
deprived of sunlight, and all contact with the world,
I'm my own prisoner,
a prisoner of my own mind,
I have about a cent to my name,
and only a shred of my sanity remains,
is this meant to be the devils sick little game?
because I never said I wanted to play,
now I've been tied to a marionette,
and they're trying to make me dance,
but how am I supposed to prance about,
when I'm drowning in the guilt of my subconscious,
and bleeding drops of red on the stage,
for my wounds have opened,
and became wider over time,
for the stitching of this marionette was a lot less than percise,
and now it has putrified,
leaving me to bleed out,
and dance the devils dance,
for the rest of my ******* life.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 8:38 AM UTC
Drained of all emotion,
I'm left cold, and alone,
deprived of sunlight, and all contact with the world,
I'm my own prisoner,
a prisoner of my own mind,
I have about a cent to my name,
and only a shred of my sanity remains,
is this meant to be the devils sick little game?
because I never said I wanted to play,
now I've been tied to a marionette,
and they're trying to make me dance,
but how am I supposed to prance about,
when I'm drowning in the guilt of my subconscious,
and bleeding drops of red on the stage,
for my wounds have opened,
and became wider over time,
for the stitching of this marionette was a lot less than percise,
and now it has putrified,
leaving me to bleed out,
and dance the devils dance,
for the rest of my ******* life.
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