Strings

pull my strings

manipulitive thing

give you my being

toss me away

stay where I lay

wait for a day

rotting away

nothing I can say

just in the way

your waste of space

a world to narrow

to divide

a void

where I don't belong

sick of being strong

tired and weak

let me be meek

come with me

escape we shall seek

shed my skin

close my eyes

rest now

weary child

grew too fast

never the past

look to the sky

stars in your eyes

to hide when you cry

sleep now

weary soul

grew to old

for nothing

you were sold

an empty promise, bold

lies in all you were told

let go

broken heart

naught can thou

be fixed

time unkind

she ticks

you bled too much

gave and gave

and rarely got

material world

songs of fools

you were but a tool

used and forgot

tossed away

poor puppet

I rot away

Kaloriinn, James. Mason