thepatient

The hospital
2005-05-31 03:32:23 (UTC)

Wooden Boy

Test the shallow waters of time, I the puppet ensnared by
strings,
Twisted, Fucked in everyway, puppet dances, yet he will
never sing,
Little wooden boy, can’t even move himself,
Trapped by strings around faultless moon,
Hear him scream,
“What a lovely afternoon,”

I am slave here, detained by fate,
Ugliest marionette, cannot escape,
Broken hands pierced by wooden stakes,
Cross-rotten spine, blood red velvet cape,

Lost in pleasant dream, of a perfect wooden girl,
Scissors cut our strings apart, drawn together perfect
mural,
But days I knew are lost, sunset far away,
Perpetuity I’m trapped here,
This is a broken puppet, pure black strings,

So close your eyes, fall fast asleep,
Hold on tight, for I grow weak,
Lost without your lovely wooden heart,
All existence shall be forever dark,

Now I cry into the night, as I slowly lose my sight,
For all the grandness of the world,
Cynical entrapment, always thinking of my beautiful girl,

So goodbye little marionette, the end has final fell,
Never will you be free from thoughts of her,
Burning away in your homemade hell,

Lost in a dream, that was never there,
Lost in the strongest of wind,
Close the curtain on my wooden friend,
Wave goodbye people, what a thrilling end,

.... To a world I once knew....
The show must go on....

Wooden Boy




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