He sits alone on his shelf, until someone comes along and finds him. Quietly he waits to be found, to make someone happy. When someone sees him, they pull his strings and makes him their own. He smiles and follows their command, obeying blindly. If it benefits them, he'd do it without thinking. Then when his new owner gets bored, they set his stings down. The lonely puppet crawls back to his place on the shelf. He waits for someone else to come along and pull the strings. Now he blindly hurts people, and he dose as he's told with a smile. His new puppeteer gives him thought and helps him see. He happily follows where the strings pull him. In his heart he knows that this one will get bored eventually too. But that doesn’t stop him from smiling and dancing to the sound of an order. He dreads being alone so he soaks up having clear thought. Even if this only happens for a short time, he doesn't mind. He'll walk along by his puppeteer, and protect them to his last breath. It's all he knows how to do. It's the only thing he's good for. Until everyone has used him, he'll keep waiting for the next one to come along. With a smile on his face and a hope keeping him alive. He waits until someone finds him and loves him, that won't leave him. Even if it was someone who used to pull his strings long ago. All he wants is for them to find him. But until this new person, or old puppeteer comes along... He sits alone on his shelf, until someone comes along and finds him.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
JustTheMemory-Casu · Thu Jun 21, 2007 @ 10:38pm · 2 Comments |