Author: Yoko-sempai PM
A person is living in a world where light is evil and dark is good. Those of the light are puppets. Those of dark are the ones who become puppets when they're sixteen, when the light overpowers the dark.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Suspense - Words: 269 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-01-06 - id: 2240448
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I'm trapped in a world that isn't mine
A world of puppets and dolls
I scream and hope someone will hear
But there's no answer to my calls.
I see the strings on everyone
Piercing to the bone
And dread the day that mine are made
And into me are sewn.
My heart is thumping in my chest
As day by day I fight
To keep my mind and body free
And hidden in the night.
Day after day closer It comes
That vile light of slavery
Deeper and deeper into the night I move
But the dark is vanishing slowly.
Now it's here, I can no longer hide
The light is burning my skin
Stringed hands grab hold of me
And I know this is the end.
As they string the needle I can feel
My freedom disappearing
Tears fall freely down my face
As the Makers are appearing.
The needle pierces and I scream
It's filled with pain and sorrow
I feel it attach as it touches my bone
And I fear what will come tomorrow.
Over and over they pierce my flesh
As my mind slowly dims
I am now a puppet like all the rest
Obeying my master's whims.