anon.

Entries.
2009-08-21 05:32:09 (UTC)

puppet.

if only you could know the indecision that burns my heart
like wildfires. a plethoral optionality. and you still pull
the strings, waving my arms like a careless marionette. a
simple straight faced lie of a grin painted to my otherwise
emotionless face, and a dripping of consciousness. pooling
up to my grinning lie to smother my attempt to shroud my
eyes from the truth. As you laughed, i pulled the needles
from my side. and i stuck them into your doll, but you felt
nothing, because every time i stung you, it only hurt me.




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