Puppet

You are lying into cardboard box with closed blinded eyes
Arms and legs are moving by the filaments of blood
Needles sharp and cold sew your fingers stopped their moving,
Your tears are dry; it’s theater of the dark to shivers broke…

Your skin is liquid but so hard, in eyes strange shining of grey steel
You lick “red elixir” from knife and turn the play to humiliation
For only drop you ready die, you ready cut the wounds not heal
Uneven breathing, nervous steps and edge of glass will burn creation
You fear of rise because your master will once again to sew your mouth
Again in pain and prays to mother-Death you will sit and cry on floor
With ripped neck so slowly die you will lie on floor in bath
At beginning at the end you will crawl…will open door.

 Take the scissors, cut the needles, you try stand up and go away
But legs are weak and you are falling, but lift your hands to chains on wall
You hold these chains and rise again, you hold about wall again
One step, another, next…You walking! It’s great but not for long
On next dark night begins oblivion and all repeat once more
You are lying into cardboard box with closed blinded eyes
Arms and legs are moving by the filaments of blood
Needles sharp and cold sew your fingers stopped their moving,
Your tears are dry; it’s theater of the dark to shivers broke…