Tuesday, December 7, 2010

a poem: The Marionette

I'm not quite sure what I think of this...thoughts?

The marionette stands to be pawned
To be played to amuse. Not one to contend.
As my day unfolds, the pieces in place,
And as the strings are cut, the marionette breaks.

It's all been built up, all the tears and the lies
Now let's bring it all down, don't let the flames reach the sky.
Cut the last string, watch the famed puppet fall
And the absence tomorrow says you've buried it all.

Seeming for games, but the toll it will take
Behind the red curtain are the choices you make.
So make all the wrong ones for your promised revenge
And remember that everything comes to an end.

It's all been built up, all the tears and the lies
Now let's bring it all down, let the flames touch the sky.
Cut the last string, watch the famed puppet fall
And the absence tomorrow says you've buried it all.

Fill the page with meaningless words
Understand why they care
Decide that you don't
Cut the string at the throat.

It's all been built up, all the tears and the lies
Now let's bring it all down, the flames are the sky.
Cut the last string, watch the famed puppet fall,
Let him fall, let him fall, let me fall...
Know that tomorrow, you'll have buried it all.