I have become lame
riddled with disappointment and shame
these black days
broken dreams and shattered horizons
have made me feel like a puppet
that has had it's strings severed bar one
and there I hang
held aloft by one arm
swinging from side to side
helplessly broken and numb
my puppeteer does not care for me
too many dances have frayed my strings
yet as the light shines on this black stage
I twist slowly and look up with a heavy head
I see hope contained within a silver thread
that shaft of light which springs eternal wanting
if only I could reach what binds me to this parade
I would sever and be free forever
yes nothing more then a rebel rousing jester
a vacuumed packed mannequin of deceit.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
I have become lame
riddled with disappointment and shame
these black days
broken dreams and shattered horizons
have made me feel like a puppet
that has had it's strings severed bar one
and there I hang
held aloft by one arm
swinging from side to side
helplessly broken and numb
my puppeteer does not care for me
too many dances have frayed my strings
yet as the light shines on this black stage
I twist slowly and look up with a heavy head
I see hope contained within a silver thread
that shaft of light which springs eternal wanting
if only I could reach what binds me to this parade
I would sever and be free forever
yes nothing more then a rebel rousing jester
a vacuumed packed mannequin of deceit.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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