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A silent street covered in rubble
Propaganda falling into sight
Alone I walk only to stumble
Losing focus of the light
Abandoned by even the birds
My home is empty and gone
Books now empty of words
Their meaning is now none
The water is too bitter to drink
A broken doll lies on the ground
Rotting food starts to stink
The radio doesn’t play a sound
A puppet starts to dance
It is the only friend I see
It gives a leap then a prance
The one controlling the strings is me
- by Dictator Von Roulette |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/11/2010 |
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- Title: Left
- Artist: Dictator Von Roulette
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Description:
I was feeling particularly depressed after watching something on newgrounds and wrote this in response. I am not an amazing poet, so please ignore the lack of technique and...everything.
Note: It is also posted on my DA stalkerIVU.deviantart.com - Date: 03/11/2010
- Tags: left alone puppet empty
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