a child asks for sympathy,
whether it’ll be okay.
repeating a sacred lie, we don’t know why; once and again, until we grow -
until we’re taken someplace we’ll know.
here we lay, strings left in disarray as another puppet cast away;
constantly cold and the words stained,
a tool to never find its place.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 11:42 PM UTC
a child asks for sympathy,
whether it’ll be okay.
repeating a sacred lie, we don’t know why; once and again, until we grow -
until we’re taken someplace we’ll know.
here we lay, strings left in disarray as another puppet cast away;
constantly cold and the words stained,
a tool to never find its place.