That crooked smile

Your bloody throat
My heart in race
That crooked smile
now on my face

My sewn lips sneer
That crooked smile
The stitches rip
And all the while

My puppet strings
begin to tear
into my flesh,
Now that is rare...

I scream out loud
Into the air
without a doubt
without a care

I am now changed
But still I claim
That crooked smile
Is still the same

> Do puppets see...?

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Jan 2nd 2009

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Dude.....idk wtf this is....but I LOVE IT

.:Edit:.

Okay, apparently, someone thought (based on what I wrote in this description before) that I didn't own this poem.

Clarification: What I meant was, I did not know what was going on in my mind at the time. I was in confusion mode at the time and I couldn't think straight, hence the "no direction" I guess....

there....