Dwindling
Backstage she sits
Idle and lifeless
Waiting for the next string along
Scars covered with sloppy paint
Mouth wired shut untill needed
Limbs mangled by time
She doesn't move
Quiet with only darkness for familiarity
The ominous sounds become the only song she's heard
What friend does the darkness know
None it only feeds
Feeds on her loneliness
Feeds on the aimless tears that roll
Leaving no one to care
Screams that ring inside her mind
When will it stop the pain
The tireless games
The puppeteer has left her
she rots
Long nestled hair
Brown eyes that lose their color
As her brown skin pales to a lifeless color
Why won't he let it all end
Cut the strings leave her to find
The darkness
Tie the noose
Let her find something that isn't purgatory
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