To all my marionettes:
This dance you dance is not your own
Every beat is from a string that's pulled by my hand
You move my way in every step you take
And you've never had a say in this orchestration
No matter what I may lead you to believe
Every struggle, fear and regret was for my masochistic bliss
Every lie and tear--all the pain you felt was just another twist of your strings
So dance my marionettes, dance your bound bodies away to my heart's content!
Dance, dance right across the mirrors and never see yourself for what you are
Such pretty puppets; forever my toys
Thinking you're wishing to become real boys
But you can't see that you already are, you always have been
too afraid to cut your strings and stand alone
The strings on your back never had to be the stitches in your eyes
But now you've sewn them shut and become forever mine















Comments
I like the way you've captured that gloating tone in the voice speaking in the poem... and those last two lines, about the stitches on the eyes, are really deep too.
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Quote Mithrandir: "And this, children," said the moderator, "is how procrastination begins: not with a bang, but with a 'Oh there's still time.'"
And the last two lines were partly inspired by Haste the Day's song "Stitches". "Rip the seam and I'll show you, how the strings become the stitches in your mouth."
Thank you very much!
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What's done is done, regrets change nothing.
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Quote Mithrandir: "And this, children," said the moderator, "is how procrastination begins: not with a bang, but with a 'Oh there's still time.'"
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Good Reads!
Intimate Journey: Battle Scars
*RenderWonderland=speculative lit!
And yeah, it was fun to write. Pathetic when you watch people live it out though.
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What's done is done, regrets change nothing.
Cobalt Figure 8 - You probably don't want to go there.
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