The curtains raise and I fall flat on my face.
For I can't move, the strings hold me in place.
They wrap around my body like brabwire, which leaves trails of blood, the color of lace.
Aimlessly forced to move, held against my will.
I perform a show for you, the body drangles, it never stays still.
When the curtains fall down to cover my face.
You let go of the movement making me stay in the same palce.
Used and abused is all I'll ever feel.
Having no heart.
Just tears of steel
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