devilishlicorice🌑
Member
- Oct 20, 2023
- 5
Puppet I am.
Puppet master I am not.
Cutting the strings, the only thing I can control.
My feet are so tired of dancing.
My limbs, so tired of stretching.
The rhythm is never my own.
In a dark room, I sit waiting to be used again.
again and again, and again, and again.
Beating I can feel the rhythm beating.
The room is beating.
I wait for silence.
Still and quiet, be still and quiet.
But silence never comes
So scared for it to finally be silent
Puppet master I am not.
Cutting the strings, the only thing I can control.
My feet are so tired of dancing.
My limbs, so tired of stretching.
The rhythm is never my own.
In a dark room, I sit waiting to be used again.
again and again, and again, and again.
Beating I can feel the rhythm beating.
The room is beating.
I wait for silence.
Still and quiet, be still and quiet.
But silence never comes
So scared for it to finally be silent
