|
Post by PhedraOriana on Jan 13, 2015 14:52:19 GMT -8
Plaything sitting prettily by the wall Will you dance for your Master Dressed like an antique Victorian doll Fragile porcelain and black lace Painted lips and eyes glistening wet
Cast behind glass and tied in chains A perfect new museum piece The puppet attached to my strings Posed in just the perfect way And no one yet to hear you scream
A change of scene is needed The next show one for all to see My Juliet your Romeo to meet Bound together but still so alone Hope is born of love and lust
Guarded by the greed of man A fire burning bright as the sun The dawning light of mankind This last shard of hope bright A beacon of their souls buried
She will follow him to the very end Wether to live or die at his hand Will he love her when all else fades When that final day has come Will this Romeo be her saving grace
The stage is finally set My masterpiece being played out Watching my dolls come to life The playwright pulling the strings Just waiting to be cut
|
|