Insubstantial Marionette

June 5, 2012
The effort of gathering luck is torn
And the dreams are all left to mourn
What is left is an empty mind
And when another dawn is kissed
It will be my face that won't be missed
Our fate you hoped will never intertwine
Well then who would want to view a dead doll
That is protected by her forsaken walls
The only company she shares is her voice
With ruined wrists and arms
She doesn't know lust from harm
But after all, this is her choice

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