It's Never Satisfied
It's Pulling Strings Of Life Tonight
So Many Tears Its Cried
I Wonder What It's Thinking?
I sat on His lap, my fingers ran through his tangled raven black hair as a song quietly and peacefully played in my head.
It's painted faces all I see,
They're always haunting me,
It's pulling strings of life tonight.
It sleeps.
Please buy us time.
Oh please rewind.
A tainted rhyme...
His face relaxed in the crook of my neck, I felt his warm yet calm breathing on my skin, making not shiver but feel relaxed. Just as relaxed as him.
A story ever vile,
Such wicked thoughts behind a smile,
They wander all the while,
I wonder what they're thinking.
I went back to when He told me his story. How he suddenly became insane and started killing innocent people. He seemed to be such a peaceful boy before he moved and started getting bullied with his brother. Why did all this have to happen to such an innocent boy? Why him out of all people. Why?
Its painted faces all I see,
They're always haunting me,
It's pulling strings of life tonight,
It sleeps.
Please buy us time.
Oh please rewind,
A tainted rhyme...
His skin all too pale. His body feeling as cold as a corpse, I couldn't help but wonder how I was going to change such a broken man. To add, his heart no longer beats! He seemed close enough to a corpse already. Like he was already dead! Just a walking corpse which never had a proper burial.
Silence breaks the cage tonight,
It then becomes awake,
A purple plague of rage,
It stains the night until the day.
What if, I could try and change him. His past self is still within him. I know it. I just have to bring him out. But how? His soul is still innocent and soft. It's just locked in some kind cage that needs to be unlocked. I just need the key.
It's never satisfied,
It's bringing gifts of vengeful life,
So many tears it's cried,
I wonder what it's thinking?
Its painted faces all I see,
They're always haunting me,
It's pulling strings of life tonight,
I need to find a way. I can fix him.
His soul is just locked away in a cage deep within him. It just needs a key. I'll find the key, somehow.
Well, as I said...
It weeps
A selfish crime,
Oh please rewind,
We're out of time......
Where There's A Will, There's A Way.
Song: Painted Faces By: Trickywi