Sara Debevec:
The Puppet
I was a muppet
I thought he had feelings
He was a puppet
A puppet
Without feelings
A puppet
I wanted to die for
A puppet
With no control
Awake
The music has stopped
I'm alone in the dark auditorium
‘Ladies and gentlemen
Due to technical problems
The performance had ceased
we will continue shortly
With the show'
I'm sick scared
I must approach the stage
I get close
So close
Closer than I ever was
To him
But the lights are too bright
And I see what I can't see
I see what I don't want to see
I close my eyes
Pull him close
I want the music to play
I want the fear to go away
Close-
I run my fingers
Along his soft skin
My skin
And I feel-
Wood
Everywhere
Wood
Smooth and Cold
Wood
And a million rusting nails
Cut through
My flesh
I feel what I can't feel
I feel what I don't want to feel
Tight strings
Instead of veins
Hollow eyes
Hiding behind
The puppeteers lies
And now
His jaw's transfixed
Can't even talk
This must be
Some kind of a joke
Come out!
Come out from behind the curtains
Show me your face
Show me your Face!
I shout into emptiness
I wait. And I break
There is none