I ask the blind puppeteer
could i buy your puppet...
I am on the run,
To me this is all just fun...
Falling on my knees,
Hurting and suffering...
What would it take to proclaim a lost source of...
"nothing" whispers back from the hollow...
Filtered fog and florescent
lights, mask a desperate...
Hush little one, don't say a word,
It does no good to speak...
Lightening flashes about me
As I cling to my black cloak...
If you look deep inside my mind
You will be frightened of what you find...
My bleeding heart and shattered dreams.
Unanswered wishes torn at the seams...
The moons stare dismally: a painted picture of...
No commiseration shows, no apathy does it lack...
I see hell
in your eyes, yet they...
Pale kisses invited a maiden's fear
Whispers madness, demonic possession...