June 14, 2006
Marionette
Corporate slaves of corporate lies
Abuse compared only to snuff porn
Slowly killing you
Or driving you insane.
Yet many come back for more.
All laid out
From start to finish
Watch your candle
Slowly diminish
Darker days
Oh what a fright!
To wake one day
To a dying light
The puppeteer
Has come to play
Four pieces of string
And a wooden stage
Dance for their eyes
And the music of dreams
Hear all the lies
All the laughter and screams
Cut these cords
That bind your limbs
Drop to the floor
Broken and grim
You are free my child
But too late so it seems
They’ve taken your life
They’ve taken your dreams
Your eyes can’t close
So you see them leave
You are left alone.
No one cared. No one grieved.
Posted by yabs on June 14, 2006 at 07:20 PM | 1 Feedback
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