3am.
There she lies, all full of cries,
I can feel the numb-faced dread,
Paint splashed on her face,
She knows this ain't the place,
If all she wants is to survive.
But Puppet master, I beg of you,
Why won't you let us go?
We pretend who we're not
But we still get one-shot
With nothing but insults and blows.
You're just another bloodstain
Splashing on these walls,
Staining like his pitiful tears,
A desperate sounding call.
They echo like a wistful scream,
Creepier than his laugh.
There's nowhere to run,
Oh this'll be fun,
But the real horror hasn't quite yet begun.
Now terror and fear
pierce thy skin,
Like a needle of greed
Burning hot with sin,
A masked puppet master,
And I know he'll never see
That he will go no where
Because of jealousy.
Puppet master,
Where have you been ?
All we've seen is nothing
But your sick, twisted grins,
Skin thin like paper,
A weak beating heart,
I almost can't wait
For my deathday to start.
So it's been like, more than half a year.
Um, yikes.
Sorry guys, I can't believe I neglected to thank you. Puppet Boy has changed my life and it's one of the reasons that I still write today.
High school is very busy, but I promise to write more when I have the time.
Love you all.
~Ky
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Puppet Boy (Poems Inspired By)
PoetryA poem inspired the horror novel, Puppet Boy written by @z0mbies 'Hang loosely, Limply Until death the puppeteer arrives, Hear his cackle, Watch him grin, As his puppets become alive.' **Possibly poems.