The Bad Wolf
The bad wolf trapped her far from home,
The dark hunter of fleshed dreams,
A shadowless prowler in the dark holes we dig,
In the long nights we spend to assure ourselves,
Revenge Of The Puppets
We are tiny puppets. Playing in a cardboard house. We dance for your amusement. Every night at nine. Our little feet pad up and down. Marching in a row. Our master plays our lives out. To make a big show. We vie for your attention. Please can you spare a penny. We are but tiny puppets. Made from sack and yarn. Our bodies filled with straw. Weighed down with rocks and stone.
He tied our hands with string.
Your safety is important.
Our mouths are sewn tightly shut.
I can feel the falling.
I can feel the dip.
I can feel the pressure, turning in my head.
I can feel the tingle.
Oh Mercurial Me
Oh mercurial me...
A tree I am not, for;
Like bark I peel,
Like leaves I fall,
A thousand words.
A thousand tears.
I have spilled out for you.
A sound i now hope snakes through your veins.