Author: A Midsummer Nights Sacrifice PM
A poem about a masquerade where all the dancers are but human puppets on barbed wire strings.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 208 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 05-16-06 - id: 2175195
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In this masquerade you pull me along on these barbed wire strings,
As somewhere in the background, a fallen angel sings
Make me dance barefoot across shards of glass,
I beg you, have pity, make thisdance the last
Make this masquerade end, remove my mask
Please cut these strings, that's all I ask
I don't want to dance in this twisted masquerade, but I must obey the strings
As I dance this painful dance, to the song of broken halos and burning wings
You take my hand, I wish I could run
You spin me along, how can you be having fun?
Have you no pity? Have you no shame?
For this blood on my wrists, puppet master you are to blame
I try to forget for a minute, the painmy dancing partner brings
And listen to the sadness, as the fallen angel sings
But the pain is too great, it cannot be ignored
Yet your so calm towards my pain, you seem almost bored
This masquerade ball, you insist upon me
Are you blind to my pain? Do you care? Can you see?
I dance in this masquerade, pulled along on these barbed wire strings
As somewhere in the background a fallen angel sings