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My Marrionette Heart
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2006 Behind the bitterness of my sleeping smile
Lies a heart that dances like a silhouette
Black and untouchable
Only that of which sight can witness
Dangling on strings are the marionettes of my soul
That linger in my empty eyes
Oh how they seem to look away from you
You have noticed this retreat from life...
But as my love fades, I keep the sad story
Because pretending is okay on my behalf
I'm okay with false emotion, I feel it everyday
Another heart that my own will betray
Only we should matter, you and I
Together we will conquer as fast as we will die
Alone in the path of drowning desire
And my constant feelings of bitter apathy
Regardless of my false actions and smiles
I'll live on my cold, emotionless life
Absent-minded and numb from all who love me
Because of the synthetic reality I live
Am I really the one you need to question now?
Or is it your own fake heart that has lied to you again?
I am not turning away from you, but avoiding my pain
As I once again smile, withdrawn and absenced from self-doubt...
Naw. I didn't see sadness in it. I saw nonchalance. Apathy, as you said. I liked it. Especially "Dangling on strings are the Marionettes of my soul."
I wrote a poem about puppets... Kind of. It was a metaphor. But this reminded me of it because of that line.
No one can last long without emotion...Yet This translation is as good as it gets. I like it. Keep writing!
Nephthys~~