- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Broken Toys
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We're all just broken toys
Lined up to be shot down
We're just wasted soldiers
Built up to be laid to rest
Here we are, here we go
Trying to stop the show
Benevolent murderer
Malevolent caretaker
Look me in the eye and tell me
I'm not your fucking puppet
Built for your joy like a toy
I've risen from nothing
Just to become less than zero
Is it all a game?
We're all just broken toys
Built up, torn down and burned
We're just mindless soldiers
Following you without question
Here we are, here we go
The reason that we listen
Is no longer for freedom
It's all we know to do
I've become nothing but a puppet
Built from nothing to die in guilt
This world is insane
All I see is the flames
Burning it all down
We're all just broken toys
Built by your pain
We're just your broken toys
These cracks in our skin spreading like sin
Our minds joined by the common pain
Brainless, shameless, blameless
Those words burned into our skin
We're all just your puppets
So pull the strings and make us dance
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 6 years agogod well writen ... very true and heartfelt ... im trying not to puke... i feel uneasy in my stomach my head spinning trying to wrap around your poem the longer i think about it the more sick i feel... abuse
