A broken doll,
I found her on the floor,
A glass beauty,
Cracked smile,
Bearing a dress white,
A virgins kiss,
Bring her to life,
Rising in agony,
A death not her own,
Placed in a coffin,
Buried alive,
Finally awoken,
My broken doll,
A glass beauty I call my own,
So evil,
It’s good,
So pure,
It’s tainted,
She sings to you in a whisper,
A final touch,
Sucking the life from your cracks,
Breathing in nirvana,
Your life,
It is not yours anymore,
As a wife,
An a animal,
Your controlled,
Taken over by innocents,
So it seems,
My broken doll. |
