PuppetsA Poem by Jason ShadowsCreeping Alive In Your Room.
"Pulling the strings that wither
in this cord cought from above. Just sit there in the chair of sorrow while hope bleeds bye in the wind. Hanging from the dead but tiptoed into this reanimate room we freeze. Cold breath from wood shows our dreaded life turning us alive. Living amongst you in this world as you gather thoughts in reconcile. Creeping across your floor and your bed while you sleep as the crows watch outside. Turned from stone within dreams that don't forgive the past as ghosting the insides we hide. Tickling your sweet desire of immorality we leech your soul into two evil lingering puppets. One with cold chains that cry for your soul and reap the sowing of a forgone memory. While the other one creeps and watches silently smiling while you turn into what you fear the most - Us." © 2012 Jason Shadows |
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2 Reviews Added on October 29, 2012 Last Updated on October 30, 2012 AuthorJason ShadowsI'm your shadow within the light., NCAbout"Welcome to a world of light and shadow. In my apocalyptic paradise there are creatures and ghosts of the past and lost trying to remember what was that can never be again within ruins. So grab you.. more.. |

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