Colorless Puppet

The world around me is

slowly losing color.

The color itself is

no where to be found.

My heart is slowly closing,

emotionless, becoming a distant

memory.

Slowly, ever so slowly,

I, myself am starting to fade.

My life isn't my own anymore.

I'm simply a puppet with more

than one puppet master.

My cries & screams are slowly

giving up.

Thee's no need for them anymore.

My eyes are becoming lifeless.

Becoming something befitting

a lonely doll.

Happiness is a lie, no one can

be happy as long as someone

pulls their strings.

I am a rag doll,

Being tossed around & modified.

Slowly, the parts that make me human

start to fade.

Slowly, I start to fade,

until I am nothing but a puppet.

One whose strings are controlled

by many.

Until all the colors fades from

my world.

Love is useless to me, it's an

emotion I don't need anymore.

I'm living but then, I'm not.

I'm breathing but I can't

fathom how?

My life is a broken record,

Repeating itself over and over.

The noise surrounding me is

calming like wind whispering

through the trees at night.

The world around me is

losing it's color, becoming

black and white,

A silent movie, with no words

or sound.

Maybe that is all I can be

But then again a puppet can

cut off their own strings.

I can attempt to escape this

glass prison.

Run until my feet bleed

And I stumble and fall too

many times.

At least somewhere in my lifeless

eyes,

Burns a bright red fire.

At least in this colorless world,

There is a small hope for this colorless puppet.