Pins dig between my fingers.
Cannot say it only lingers.
Itch for which I know no cure.
Seems all it does is act as lure.

Hook in the mouth to drag me in.
Every moment feels like sin.
What should be right I’m told is wrong.
Punishment is running on too long.

Pick my pieces shattered from mold.
Before and after has turned ice cold.
Sense of semblance lost to chatter.
Brain little more than a scatter.

Picture perfect false decree.
Body woven into lifes tapestry.
Second late to declare my stance.
Upon my future grave they swear to dance.

Desperately I climb on.
Forgotten where I’m from.
Pause in state I can’t settle.
Degradation of my mettle.
Bottomed out and I refuse;
Will not match what you accuse.
Monster in the recessed corner.
I am not just a mourner.

Take these chains and leave me be.
Peace is not the same as misery.
Know my wishes and don’t betray.
This is from where I will begin reconvey.

Feeling the sweat run down my back.
Not sure if I am still on track.
Vision blurred and muscles ache,
Yet all the same I push through it.
Not a dereliction to my duty.
Self-appointed and lacking beauty.
I do what I must and hope it’s enough.
Life one day might call my bluff.
If it comes I’ll work on through.
Not giving up on me no matter so…
Prepare for flames to burn brighter still.
My intensity could well make me ill.
Change is what you should attempt.
Those words I refused to accept.
Have a limit I know that now.
Just have to manage it somehow.
Doesn’t mean I will not falter or fail.
What it does mean is what I will continue to prevail.
Pull myself back from the brink.
Not let my mind and body sink.
Drop down from the summit to which I’ve scaled.
Yet if it happens I can still retread the path I trailed.

Strange sense of emptiness in my chest.
Part of me forever laid to rest.
Duty bound and reigning long.
Could not prepare for this day to come.

Lost in a spin that doesn’t quite feel real.
You gave so much in every single reel.
But truthfully there are not enough words,
To convey what you’ve done for us.

And so I offer only what I can.
My remorse and to remember long.
While death is final, your place in history is not.
Goodbye Queen you won’t ever be forgot.

Pull the strings, they call me…
Puppet; I’m no master.
Enslaved to life forecaster.

Twister of words and enforcing moves.
Speak what you want it won’t change the truths;
For what has been carved will remain ’til the end.
Weaving the patchwork that demands we do bend.
Out of the pan and into the flames.
Don’t remember a single one of your claims.
Buried waste deep and left to sink down.
Opinion from you is everybodies a clown.
Number on a card that is easily replaced.
Why you have no care for all you’ve erased?

Pull the strings, they call me…
Puppet; I’m no master.
Enslaved to life forecaster.
Bitter from the bastard.
Soon I will be scattered.

Foray into the minds of your flock.
In actual truth you see them as stock.
A plentiful resource used to feed your ego.
It’s why you hate when one says no.
Feed them to machines designed for the kill.
Such a display gives you a real thrill.
It’s why you indulge and scream with glee.
Remnants are treated like unwanted debris.
What a disgrace toward something precious.
If only justice would come to bless us.

Pull the strings, they call me…
Puppet; I’m no master.
Enslaved to life forecaster.
Bitter from the bastard.
Soon I will be scattered.

But don’t walk the alleys or you might not survive.
You know better than to expose your suicide.
For we the people will put you against the wall.
And what you’d hear would be a final call.

Pull the strings, they call me…
Puppet; I’m no master.
Enslaved to life forecaster.
Bitter from the bastard.
Soon I will scattered.

Picking at the scabs that stitch my skin.
Wondering if there is a way in;
To this house that was a home.
Once it was all I had know.
Yet now I’m…
Rifling through streets alone.
Sick and tired of the roam.
Cause I’m walking concrete without shoes.
Feels like every day I lose.

Damned me to constant when I’m not respondant.
Who were you to judge me?
Ripped through the memories as if you have necessity.
I can’t think straight!
Ligatures of torment have made me irrelevant.
I’m not pestilant, so stop!

Ravaged by the counter deep within.
Pain just keeps on coming.
With scars across my hands.
Proof I once had plans.
All long gone…
Cause your words have become fact.
I can’t get away from that.
Even with my feet red and bleeding.
Feel I should be pleading.

Damned me to constant when I’m not respondant.
Who were you to judge me?
Ripped through the memories as if you have necessity.
I can’t think straight!
Ligatures of torment have made me irrelevant.
I’m not pestilant, so stop!

Vanish from the face of this world.
Would anyone remember I whirled?
Against the ravings spoke by you.
Pretty sure they’re lost now too.
Sad to say but its true.
You won, congratulations we’re through.
Knives still stuck into my back.
Can’t get them out from where there at.
It’s why I am stained in red.
To be truthful I should be dead.
But you cursed me!
So now I am stuck right here.
Nothing but a broken gear,
Who once sat in the machine.
It was a time most serene.
Those days are gone!
Yet I still live on!

Grind the bones into dust.
In these words all should trust.
Not a statement I plan to follow.
Every word seems empty and hollow.
But this is the promise!

Straightjacket the world into place.
Universal hell head space.

Bear witness under the flag.
Perhaps all is well says the rag…
Tag bunch who still gleam with hope.
To be honest they should be fixed on nope.
And that is the issue!

Sedate the masses with just a taste.
Overindulged extremist nutcase.

Proclaim peace while holding a gun.
Doesn’t a madman sound real fun?
No choice in election will come round here.
Better be prepared for the mountains of fear.
Still suspended in ignorance!

Electrocution might offer a chance.
Strike right to your organs like several lance.

It is why you need to see,
All the suffering around daily.
Plus desensitised is no excuse,
Only a word that ties off the noose.
Harsh to here but its about time.
The whole world is crossing a line.
Babies in bombshells and we can’t repel,
Each offer we are given to sell.
But don’t look to others as if it is them.
We are all here and that should mean something.

Straightjacket the world into place.
Universal hell head space.
Sedate the masses with just a taste.
Overindulged extremist nutcase.
Electrocution might offer a chance.
Strike right to your organs like several lance.

What a way to go!
You should say no!
This ain’t a show!
Stop with this throw!

Anger is all we get from you.
Every word is violence that you spew.
Calm demeanour has never been here.
You strike the match, light the fuse and hit an explosive tier.

Lounge about is your way.
Sloth is what you do embody.
Can’t say that there’s a care at all;
The things you do stain your name from rise to fall.

Envious of what others possess.
It’s like a game of rigged chess.
At no point do you feel your enough.
Rather you want to accumulate everyone’s qualities and stuff.

Greed is what runs right through.
A desperate need to gather it for you.
No matter what you won’t ever quit.
Wealth and power our the pinnacles of life’s gambit.

Stuff your face ’til its a smear.
All this food is so severe.
A desperate habit to feed your gut;
One day soon your house door won’t even shut.

Achievements you can’t lay to bed.
Like to brag about how your ahead.
To you they all mean the world,
And all other feats must be damned to the underworld.

Then there’s lust which you do well.
Each new day you feel the swell.
Ravenous demand to claim all you meet.
Your hunger has only ever been the best treat.

Gun on my hip with a fully loaded clip.
Couple at my back ready for a crack.
Outgunning me ain’t ever gonna be.
So prepare to not ever stare;
Otherwise I might make you care.

Slinger.
Death bringer.
Sinner.
Hell singer.

Knife in my boot like an old coot.
Give you a stab ’til you’re out on a slab.
Tussle with me if you don’t wish to see.
Know it’s true when talking to you.
Choices are nill make the blood spill.

Slinger.
Death bringer.
Sinner.
Hell singer.

Gun in my hand for the last stand.
Think you are quick then lets prove it.
Kills to your name don’t change the game.
For only the strong survive;
Hence why I’m still alive.

Slinger.
Death bringer.
Sinner.
Hell singer.

Blade to your throat on blood you will choke.
Might sound cruel to some but it’s how I’ve won.
Any last words before you are thirds?
Only one left on my feet;
Truth is I always like to cheat.

Slinger.
Death bringer.
Sinner.
Hell singer.

I search for the hands of my makers.
For they were the only partakers;
Founders of the world we tread.
Cannot put that thought to bed.
For they must dwell out beyond the edge.
Reaching them is something to which I pledge.

Not a dream but a promise I make.
From this goal no one can shake;
For my resolve is absolute.
To give up now would just pollute,
All the fibres that comprise me.
With such a notion I can never agree.

So to the road I was called.
By the prospects of discovery I was enthralled.
Days are gone but flying by;
My state of mind is so high.
It seems like I could soar.
Reach on up to heaven’s door.

Before that I must complete this quest.
To fail it would leave me depressed,
And so I walk the world unknown.
I do so completely alone.
Save for those who I do meet.
Each one is a brand new treat,
Of generous folk and cheery creatures.
It is easy to recall all their features.
Yet still I have not found my prize.
Regardless I am confident it will arise.
And so it does a few winters on.
When I stumble into halls forgotten.
Sad to say our makers are no longer here.
They have since departed our little sphere.

You might think that is the end.
However, following them I do intend.
Doubtful that I will live to see.
But passing on this torch it may one day be,
A dream realised to full potential.
That will be quintessential.

Calm does follow on from a storm.
My reaction is that I feel forlorn.
Nature melded with my blood.
Perhaps I am just misunderstood.

Wary glances often cast my way.
It is the same every single day.
You would think I am crook.
From the way these people look.

However I have never stole a thing.
Not even that reckless woman’s ring.
The one found on that famous thief.
His crimes could never be called brief.

Apologies I have gone off on a tangent.
TIme I stop being mentally transient.
Get back to the point I planned to make.
Before there comes a new mistake.

So where was I, I don’t quite recall.
Oh that was it I was defending my all.
Judgement has been rendered unto me.
When truth was learned I was offered no apology.

From that day the sideways looks remained.
You would think that I had once reigned;
Been a tyrant over souls,
Made them trudge over hot coals.

But no such thing have I done.
I simply prefer to be under sun.
Frolicking in natures annals.
Away from all those wilting candles.