Cartoonist smile

tap,tap,tap goes the tiny leather shoes fall down in the dungeon hey look at you. when the sky goes blue then my bruises will too. broken limbs, shattered bones while the cartoon song sings in a familiar tone.

“it hurts! it hurts!”
but the reel pulls me back. like a mouse going off track. reset the timer ,walk off the feeling of the pain even though it fixed me in every way. there’s new skin on the outside but I still keep the pain inside.

die in the morning, die at night, die anywhere else its fine to me its like an electric eel crawling up my spine. but the scars stay hidden out of sight.

I’m attached on to puppeteer strings, trust me it makes you do some terrible things.
swinging the axe while the music hums blood off center pull out the blade and I strike and struggle In agony is just me or am I doing something wrong?

I just want to die,why don’t they let me die?
I look in the mirror deffin me. I like to say I changed but I’m lying.
blood on the dress while the rythem is cracking. I’m watching there eyes close I’m smiling but truly in crying. so the knife goes deep, another soul torn apart just a puppet made of clay with a splattering heart.