Entangled, ensnared
Naked and bared
To all the dark in the light
And the monsters who take flight
There is very much to fear
In that soul consuming leer
And you know exactly why
Oh my, oh my
The strings, the cheers
The dolls, their fears
The laughs, their hope
The Children, they cope
The men, their ends
The galls, their beds
The people, their tears
The dolls, their fears
The strings, the cheers
And you know exactly why
Oh my, oh my
But you cannot stand to be a part of it
Of something so big, so you lay back and sit.
Then you met her
It seemed like your cure
So you got close
To the strings that host
The charming Woman
That's capured emotion
From the cold in your heart
And it gave you a start
So you got close to the strings
And entangled what brings
You were trapped
All attached
The Strings.
Of the Puppet Master.
Have caught up.
A/N: xD I know, I know. I think this is one of my worst poems. Don't know what I was thinking but to hell with it! I'm keeping it. :3
