Enter my heart that lies still under the warmth of touch
see through the eyes of the pained
Feel the anguish of the wounded
Look at me and tell me what you think
I am a blank piece of paper
Nothing to the world
Your Idea of me make me who I am
Your thoughts draw and write what is to become of me
Hold my cold hand in the warmth of yours
give me a pulse, a smile to show
The words that come out of my mouth are meaningless
empty
Waiting to be filled by the care which you possess
The night you sleep
I am awake
Pondering what existance I should become
Wondering if I should stay motionless
Become the silence
THe still of thought
I am but a puppet
Played by the masters that hold me
My life is lived through the eyes of others
In essence the pain you see in me is not mine alone
But those who surround me
The wounds which you see arnt mine to bare
but those who control me
My sorrowed words arnt mine to speak
but those who talk to me
I am in thought a filter of sorts
To absored your morbid thoughts
and spill out purified ones
My life is about being used
don't doubt me
use it for your own sake
