A puppet – high on crack
A monster – smiling back
On batteries – I move
No music and no groove
In people – I collide
No heartbeat deep inside
I wish that I could feel
and I wish I could be real
I wish it could be real.
Stop
One, two, three, four… bogeyman is at the door
Gonna break and gonna turn
Liars into mud
A blackbird – on the ground
A savage – turned around
Beneath the wings – I hide
No beings by my side
In sounds – I rest and move
No heartbeat to improve
I wish that I could feel
and I wish I could be real
I wish it could be real.
©2013 Emmah Toris
