Tuesday, August 9, 2011

"The puppet the controls the puppeteer."

I don't know what I've been feeling all along.

I couldn't smile,
couldn't cry,
couldn't laugh.

What am I?

Who am I?
How did I come into this place?

I danced around your coffin, together with the knights of death, in a
sonata full of sorrow.


(To be continued)

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