Puppet Strings
Slipping slowly
Falling down.
Intertwined
And inner wound.
Like a puppet
In a play.
Pulled by strings
As I decay.
Strings so used
They detach.
I start to break
On impact.
Lost inside
A hollow mind.
Emptiness
You will find.
Pieces fall
As I crack.
Shattered image.
Fade to black.
As I split
I combust.
Pulverized
Into dust.
Falling fast
To not exist.
Then disappearing
Into mist.
©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
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