Puppet, by Crimson.Wings
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Pull my strings
in every direction
and I follow your command.
I live in fear.
I hate to
cause a stir.
I just plaster a smile
onto my face,
the face you painted on me,
as you smother my beliefs
and replace them
with yours.
I am the sheep.
You are my shephered.
You guide me through the
realm of contradiction
and deceit.
You lead me to
the lagoon of lies
and I swallow.
I regurgitate
and feed the
lies
to all who listen.
When you die,
I shall die as well.
After all,
death comes
before dishonor. |
Posted: 2006-12-16 22:05:00 UTC |
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2007-05-23 17:46:44 | Angel of Music |
Wow this is VERY good! such passion and emotion in this poem! great job! |