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In the world of the puppeteered

A figment of imagination to be feared

A little paint, some tape and glue,

Look at that! I'm just like you!



Plastic grins and senseless smiles

See into blank eyes for endless miles

Never caring or bothering to try

They'd rather live life as a lie



I can see the dolls dancing

Strings attached to lives uncaring

Never wondering what their worth

Dolls tied and painted at their birth



To find your inner-self amongst other things

The puppet thus must cut the strings

Maybe then this puppet world

With knives and scissors shall be unfurled

Enticing scent of salt,

Soft caress so evanescent,

Smooth and rough slick,

The sensation came and went.



The soft sound of cloth,

Silk against my face,

THoughts of swirling darkness,

A bitter sweet and salty taste.



Coppery and sweet,

Mix of pleasure and pain.

Fluttering kisses so wet

And that sensation again.



Shivering and numb,

Cold, fragrant, and translucent,

Hot and throbbing underneath,

Brought forth by the sharp crescent.



The division within,

Keeping from without,

Is broken like a dam

Flooded after drought.



Gushing forth in torrents,

Swallowed in the dark,

After the sensation

The pain always leaves me stark.

The darkest light

To ease my tortured soul

Never bright

Never was so cold



Pain in mind

Pain in heart

What is my kind?

What is my part?



Never finding

Never healing

Always searching

Always unfeeling



What can I learn

From all I have lost

But nothing scorned

For the pain it may cost



Can't abide

To pass life by

May never know

The chance to try



But pain abating

I'll find a light

Hunger sating

Covered in night