Puppet Strings

October 7, 2009
Slipping slowly
Falling down.
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.
You will find.

Pieces fall
As I crack.
Shattered image.
Fade to black.

As I split
I combust.
Into dust.

Falling fast
To not exist.
Then disappearing
Into mist.

©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33

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