The Puppet Show

Through the haze and fog I see,
Things that weren't meant for me...

Looking deeper to find the things that don't belong,
Further down into the unreal, but absolute...
Red, glazed sight, I'm looking at these things with disbelief,
Caressing the doubt in my mind; the fear,
Urging me forward...

I shouldn't be here, but I stay,
The pretty silhouettes dancing along a wooden plank,
A fairy tale to a blank audience,
The warmth in my core, rising,
My mind buzzing, a constant high...

I'm not meant to be here, I'm not meant to see,
I'm not meant to touch... the things that weren't meant for me...