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Just a puppetSometimes I imagine myself as a puppet as if im part of a bigger plan.
Following the story, thoughts and action all in order, decided by the leading man.
No say in what the future holds, free will is merely a man made illusion.
My life planned, the story has been told, I'm just following his foregone conclusion.
No point in planning ahead. Your time line has already been set in stone.
Its dreadful to think that the future is out of your control, in a place unknown.
when you aren't young anymore when you aren't young anymore and death is drawing near..
when the joys of youth and the freedom you knew are overwhelmed by fear..
when the glisten in your eye has dimmed,when the fire has gone out..
just remember how much i loved you dear, breath in my words without a doubt.
And remember us together again as you close your tired eyes.
and cherish all the love we shared as it is safe inside your mind.
.and hold me close in your memories until the very end of time.
you're all me now,and only in you, our love is still alive..
Looking out of her bedroom window into the nights skies.
Majestic sparkles of the past fascinate her curious eyes.
Hundreds of light years away, yet they still are in her vision
Is there a God out there she thinks or is it superstition?..
Looking at the stars she see's, her imagination floats adrift.
Wondrous planets in her minds eye, a coincidence or gift?
Luminous crescent in the darkness, you never cease to amaze.
Mysterious, always bright, reflecting the suns strong rays.
Nothing comparable to the night sky, an eerie yet magical vision.
Whatever created this she thinks has made all the right decisions.
HypocriteI am organized within my mess.
A genius within my madness.
And I must confess.
I do find comfort in my sadness.
I get my best ideas in my sleep.
The most strength when i weep.
These are my only secrets,
that i don't even care to keep.
I tell white lies when necessary.
I'm guessing it's hereditary.
Within the whole human race.
Wipe off your poker face.
But I think it's normal
just not normal to admit
At least I can say,
I'm not much of a hypocrite.
daddy's lil girl..I am my daddies savior, I killed him just last night.
I picked a sharp knife from the kitchen, then turned off the light.
I thought daddy would be happy, but he met me with a fright.
Don't worry daddy i told him, I know that you'll sleep tight.
Mummy always told me about that wonderful bright light.
And all the people he will meet, I knew he'd be alright.
Then when mummy got home, she screamed at me to hide.
And then she realized that I was at daddies side.
He's gone to heaven now mummy, I knew I'd be his guide.
But mummy just kept crying,And then told me she lied.
There is no heaven she screamed again;It just doesn't exist.
Then mummy took one last deep breath before cutting both her wrists.
IrresistibleFor a moment. Silence between us. Just a slow growing heat.
I catch you looking at me, you look down, trying to be discreet.
A fire starting deep within as I notice your eyes all over me.
I feel myself flush, turn red, palms wet, too obvious not to see.
You lean in just a little and our eyes finally meet.
your lips reach mine, as we fall eager to enjoy this treat.
Moving in harmony as our tongues connect
Breathing heavier,passion has taken it's effect
FLowing with the moment, a hostage to our desire.
Nothing will stop us now, lets set ourselves on fire.
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