Hidden hand

Golden strings

that make me sing

ann aria of forgotten eras

my eyes are glass

cameras smoky flash

fall in love with a girl named Sara.

Psychic bound

torn by hounds

with tooths embedded splinters

A voice in dark

mass production marked

lay in silence all the winter,

The devils playthings

slipping off old rings

a promise has been broken

return to youth

a legend uncouth

buy me with a token

earned through death

of a dreams new breath

dearth of solid cues

so smile wide

swallow your pride

for I have nothing to lose

and now neither do you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for ashes marionette

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