Work of the puppet.
By 101darkraven
Nothingness is as sweet as revenge.
​Blood is thicker than Water.
It doesn't take long for reality
to lose it's mind.
It leaves me questioning.
So i fall upon my knees,and look
up towards the sky.
And protest..Why?
The sky refused to answer.
Some people say
i was to ambitious.
My heart is wrapped, and fragile
like glass.
Hello Mr Postman hand me the package
thats filled with sadness.
All it takes is a little bit of venom;
and a pinch of irrationality to give
you my false love.
A black fire with a
shallow wind.
I catch myself falling..
this body made out of puppetry.
The inner demons prys from
within me.
These strings are forever attached.
This darkness that hides from me.
It will always bring me peace.
Tranquility will perish within this
Godforsaken world.
A world full of woe.
A world full of sadness.
So many Disabled Complexes.
The corpses dance with joy.
The bridge to insanity is near.
Give me my rage for it is mine.
a face like a Mime.
A face so still and cold.
I shall be like this for all eternity.
A dim wasteland with a Black Sun.
I am a shell with a dead heartbeat.
This Interloper will always be alone.
Face down on this wasteland..
these consquences are dire.
The flutter of Black feathers are coming towards me.
Hearing the Crow caw.
For i am your submissive.
The heavenly screech of the crow.
This puppet will turn into dust.
Feeling frustration from the crow.
It's trying it's best by plucking at
my wooden flesh.