I haven’t thoughts
I haven’t words for little time
It’s game
It’s play not mine
And I have to be good actress
But obey who pays
I’m puppet
Music plays
House is in the valley
It must be fairytale
But it’s prison
There lives innocent humans
It’s neverending nightmare
There lives humans who’re deprived wishes
Imaginary life
Strange emotions
It’s cruel game
It’s theatrical production of heartless men
Everything is fiction
Everything is … even the tears
Intoxicated sweet fantasies
It’s ecstasy
No sympathy
Sweet lie like liqueur
Your mind’s devoured
You’re conquered
No fear, no feelings
Puppets
© Copyright: Анна Маннана, 2016
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Restart, you heart,
Sometimes it needs a voltage touch.
Restore, your soul,
From bottom to the very top.
U was empty like a hole,
U was guilty and so small,
U had noone to condole,
Maid for maggots - wind-up doll!
Как бы ответом на творение...
Дмитрий Навоев 29.08.2016 21:02 • Заявить о нарушении
Sometimes it needs a voltage touch.
Restore, your soul,
From bottom to the very top.
U was empty like a hole,
U was guilty and so small,
U had noone to condole,
Maid for maggots - wind-up doll!
Как бы ответом на творение...
Дмитрий Навоев 29.08.2016 21:02 • Заявить о нарушении