kiltykat

"Feel free to play your flute for me in the afterlife." -Sesshoumaru

Copper strings and paper wings, and other worldly things.

Hanging by a silken thread, like puppet’s puppet strings.

The balance and the chaos, weighing heavily with your qualms,

Take your time and speak them well, for life is in your palms.

Copper strings and paper wings, flutter carelessly in the breeze,

Steel barrettes, and golden rings, handled carefully with ease.

Silver birth, and diamond death, heartbeat so wild and golden.

Copper strings and paper wings, both so easily broken.

*******

My legs are shaking from cool steel against my flesh.

My life is in my hands, so choose now life or death?

I have a choice to make, life in heaven, or hell on Earth?

And way you spin it; my life has no potential worth.

In heaven I will live forever, on Earth my soul will perish.

“I wish the ground would open up, just so I could vanish.”

No more hell on Earth, no more heaven thoughts as well.

Trapped, suffocating, stuck in my coffin cell.

In this damn box, I feel I’m going wild

Because no one wants the soul of a suicidal child.