I'm a puppet You're a puppeteer Playing with my soul- Tangled in my fears Thrown from the highest spot The place between fantasy and reality Love and hate Sound of laughter interrupted by the waves in the ocean of tears I'm a puppet And you're a puppeteer Playing with my soul Covering my naked ghost with scars Like they are the only clothes that fit me perfectly. I'm a puppet And your a puppeteer Playing with my soul Taking my ****** tears Producing lipstick Putting smile on my face with it.
LET ME DROWN IN MY OWN SORROW YOU DO NOT LOVE ME THE WAY I LOVE YOU AND IT KILLS ME AND I'D RATHER DROWN IN MY SORROW THEN BE KILLED BY THE ONE I LOVE SO VERY MUCH
I am a seashell draining on the shore emptied out by you, the wave receding sandy floor -another opened door, now closing just in time- back to the breakers, pulled out to sea, back to the cormorants, farther still from me.
i won't let them hear what they want to hear. i'll hide my fears or write them down in tears from a pen. i'll drown the empty pages with ink; venom to the mind, and then i'll start over again.
poisonous lines.
while, "all is fine" i'll say. when in reality the only truth my muffled words reveal is in the silence that follows. and since the calm before the storm is my storm and this garden is filled with thorns, i'll burn everything i've ever known and surround myself with ashes that allow me to let go.
tonight the shadows ate the moon i sat there in awe as it was slowly consumed little by little the brightness was devoured and behind the shadows, the moon never cowered the blood moon shined as the sun and moon aligned and the moonlight becomes you you too are consumed eyes bright and full of wonder the cold wind makes you shudder make a wish as the last sliver disappears . let the music of the night fill your ears