A nightmare is only done when it is dark
It is your worst desires all in one
No matter what is done,
nothing can be done once your in one.
my nightmare is eternal.
there is no waking up out of it,
there is no alarm next to my head that will go off any time soon.
My nightmare is my life.
My life is bleak,
But you don’t see that
because you know nothing about me.
My past, my present, has shadows in its future
My life controlled by a puppeteer
Strings by my limbs,
But laying on the ground, I have no use for her any more
I live there with out an ending to my story
With out a death, with out a happy ending
Just laying there and taking everything that comes my way
And rarely being picked up
Played by a caring child
What every puppet wants
To be used, cared by, played with
By anyone anywhere,
It is the one thing that brings us happiness,
Soon we are dropped and forgotten
Left there to endure whatever comes our way
Where ever we are dropped.
So why doesn’t this puppet just create his own ending
Burn its wooden corpse and have a happy ending with his own death?
My death will bring sorrow to others.
Sorrow to those children that care for me
That plays with me,
Gives happiness to this hopeless puppet
As this puppet brought to them.
With the puppet they dearly care for
The children will be stricken by the shadows
By the infection that I am enduring
And place then in a nightmare I am in.
My life can’t be ended
My suffering can’t be cured
I must do all this
For the children in my life
I must continue this story known as
My eternal nightmare
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