IAMNOBODY's blog: "poem"

_______________~Puppet~_________________
Am I not just a puppet for your personal amusement?
A doll for you to laugh and sneer at when tired of all others? A puppet... with torn clothes that long to be renewed, my painted face.. faded and scratched from all the days of being toyed with. My strings are rather dull, but still not able to break under my own free will. I wait in the dark corner of my mind and await for the next person that I must amuse, then be placed back in the darkness, and wait again. Such a life I have come a costume to though, after all what else must a Jester to do? A wait for the kings orders and then entertain untill send to the gallows, or upon my own death. So I wait, in my corner until my king, my master comes and fetches me. And I still think....

Will someone ever cut my stings?

Danger glints wickedly in eyes of steel
I shudder in terror as before him I kneel
Twin lakes frozen like winters black ice
Bottomless pits of malice and spite


I await the inevitable wrath of his hate
Trapped like a guinea pig awaiting her fate
Silence roars loudly, vibrating with pain
Deafening Echoes of fear pierce my brain

I can almost taste the damp loose soil
That will bury my body after the spoil
Anger is checked by the force of his stance
Madness spins me in a parody of dance

Leaning towards me with a smileless grin
His greed for my life writhes free from within
His breath holds the stench of a tombs old remains
As his bloodless fingers strangle my screams of pain


I beg for deaths swift painless release
For blindness , For sweet blessed peace
To be nothing but a soulfree and flying
Then I awakeand find him there

Its only once you tell yourself, I’ll only bleed for a while
But the truth is my dear you can’t keep hiding behind your smile
The cuts are getting deeper and you know I know it too
You cannot hide the scars now and I don’t know what to do

You place the knife against your skin hoping it won’t hurt
You dig it in deeper and watch the scar that’s being burnt
The blood keeps oozing out as you hold a tissue to the cut
You know you did the wrong thing, but you can’t feel it in your gut

This is where I find you, wedged against the door
I can’t help but cry myself cause I’ve been here before
Your big blue eyes are crying cause you can not take the pain
We have to find a way to help, the pathway back to sane

Please stop crying now it’s over
Just rest your head upon my shoulder
Watch those deadly dreams float away
Let your body move in a rhythmic sway

The blood will soon stop oozing and the pain will slowly fade
The wound will heal over, now that arrangements have been made
The years have come and gone; you’ve got scars to prove it all
It’ll be a long winding road, but you’ve got no further left to fall

There’s no reason for these lacerations that will forever haunt your past
It’s now time to put down the knife and seek help very fast
Hell You’re no angel, but you do have an angels face
now you’ve lost your innocence, and fallen down from grace