The grey days consume me
Time trickling like water beads
A thousand tears, are shed
A thousand needles, stab at my my heart,
Till it stifles the once shining star
Leaving me as a hollowed carcass
My heart, been through many hands
Each one tearing it away, piece by piece
Where they were the merciless marionettes
And I was the foolish puppet,
Lapping at their orders
Being played at by sinuous strings.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
The grey days consume me
Time trickling like water beads
A thousand tears, are shed
A thousand needles, stab at my my heart,
Till it stifles the once shining star
Leaving me as a hollowed carcass
My heart, been through many hands
Each one tearing it away, piece by piece
Where they were the merciless marionettes
And I was the foolish puppet,
Lapping at their orders
Being played at by sinuous strings.