Through the haze and fog I see
Things that weren’t meant for me…
Looking deeper to find the things that don’t belong
Further down into the unreal, but absolute…
Red, glazed sight, I’m looking at these things with disbelief
Caressing the doubt in my mind; the fear
Urging me forward…
I shouldn’t be here, but I stay
The pretty silhouettes dancing along a wooden plank
A fairy tale to a blank audience
The warmth in my core, rising
My mind buzzing, a constant high…
I’m not meant to be here, I’m not meant to see
I’m not meant to touch…the things that weren’t meant for me…
The Puppet Show
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