She can't feel the pain anymore, Like a puppet she walks through life. Never asking questions, In a never ending life. Oh but had she the tears to cry, She would let them out. Had she the voice to talk, She would soon wear it out. Had she the bones to move, She would turn away. Had she a wish to make, She would wish to die. Had she the heart to break, It would have shattered with the lightest touch. Had she the eyes to see, She would blind herself. Had she the truth to tell, She would cut out her tounge. Had she the gall to lie, She would say I love you. Had she the legs to run, She would leave this world behind. But she is just a marionette, And can't do anything. I feel I could be her sometimes, And not feel anything, To be able to face the truth, and not see a single thing.
Hunter-Requiem · Thu Mar 08, 2007 @ 12:27am · 0 Comments |