The Old Puppet TheatreMy velvet dress is covered with thick dustA plastic smile had frozen my pale faceMy tiny hands are wrapped is lavish laceSome pearls of my grey corsage had been lostMy veins seem so blue on porcelain skinSilky cords are knit into their patternWhen the master lights up his old lanternI know, again, he fell in his chagrinWe used to be so many on this stageNow, while he makes me twirl, I feel so smallResponding to commands in slow motionI would have overcomed and turned the pageIt's just that After all I'm just a dollAnd I'm not supposed to have emotions
Into NowhereThe Pain never takes sugar in his teaThe Missing doesn't make it any sweeterThe Waiting has no wish of getting shorterForgetting is so bitter A sunray, dancing dust like a pinch of glitterA broken music box a few repeating painful notesA heavy smell of ethanol and curryMy head is aching It's so cold in here...I can't remember why I'm cryingBut tears are running down my faceSometimes I feel like everybody's lying And then, again, I'm dragged away into nowhereAnd here, I feel secure but something's missingIt feels like standing up on moving sandsI think I heard a voice calling a name that once was mineO