though a joy, a laugh,
for lonely forms.
on grim evenings,
he craves control....
his soul threaded to countless strings
all tugged and ****** by his woeful skin
after several flawed attempts
his burdened psyche
gives a clamorous roar
for he believed
he had been, the puppeteer
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
though a joy, a laugh,
for lonely forms.
on grim evenings,
he craves control....
his soul threaded to countless strings
all tugged and ****** by his woeful skin
after several flawed attempts
his burdened psyche
gives a clamorous roar
for he believed
he had been, the puppeteer
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