Coppelia

Coppelia

A soulless marionette.
A doll of lies
And facades. Yet my body,
This vessel, it tries
To live
To feel
To breathe
To bleed.

And you old puppeteer
Who breathed life into me.
The undead, now resurrected,
Yet I wasn't meant to be
Alive.
Inside
I'm empty,
So empty.

Not flesh. Not human.
Not dead. Not living.
No heart for pain and tears.
No mind for dreaming
Of heaven
Of love
Of life,
Oh! Life.

Beauty, I am not!
A tool, I'll always be!
No will to call my own!
Why did you animate me?
For me?
For you?
For whom?
FOR WHAT?

Faustian Fantasy

Faustian Fantasy

Tired of walking barefooted
On the wretched sands of fire.
The smell of melting skin
And burning flesh, kill all desires
To bleed
And to breathe
And to live
A life, now that I'm in Hell.

The pitch black flames engulf; consume.
They crush and they devour.
The silent yet piercing cries of sinners
Echo here forever.
The torturing,
Unending.
There's no escape.
No messiah to save my soul.

The eternal realm that sinners conquered.
Now I'm in the Devil's land.
I've embraced all seven sins,
Now I cannot make amends.
I'm stuck here
Forever.
I can't repent,
Now that I'm damned.

God of heaven, you've forsaken me
Like I've forgotten you.
Now no one hears me crying,
All alone. Just trying to
Rewrite fate
But it's too late.
I had one chance
But I wasted it.


So for your treasured soul's sake
Learn from my execrable mistake.