Porcelain Doll

Rise, young one The light invites you The rays caress Your flawless face gently

Yet, the world has been So ultimately cruel I watch you Shout and weep

Innocent, is your Sorrowful expression Your eyes full of tears Cheeks stained with sadness

The world stares While you suffer A caged animal, A broken soul

So beautiful you are As those diamonds Glimmer and fall You are pained

How I would enjoy To keep those stars From falling Out of the sky blue of your eyes

But I know I may not touch you You are helpless, looking From behind glass

Gruesome hands of fate Pick you up And throw you To the ground

With grace, you fall Soundlessly, it seems You are broken Wounded, bleeding Your glass prison Is destroyed But you are Never free

I may touch you It feels wrong As you lay Sprawled out on the ground

Few moments left Until you die Should you fear this? Should you long for this?

I touch your wounds Taste your blood I can feel your heart beat I see into your mind

Is this wrong? Little porcelain doll, Laying broken on the floor Speak to me.

Should I enjoy Tasting your life, Licking your wounds, Exposing you thoughts

You are weak, You slowly disappear You are feeble You are fading

Do you loathe me? Do you run from me? For I found you amusing In your time of loneliness

I longed for you Did I only lust for you? Was it real emotion? Shall I ever know?

You torture me With your silence I know my curiosity Will drive me mad

I put my hands On your cold face And I feel Your soul slipping away

Now I cry: "Come back beautiful one, I shall mend your Broken pieces back together."

But you do not hear me Your fragile ears Do not capture my words Do they?

Now I shake This little dead perfection I'm dying inside As you already have

You are gone I cannot wake you I grow restless Rage takes over me

And my thoughts Slowly eat away at me Gnawing on my sorrow Killing me.

I now wither away But I shall be Forever, burning with you My porcelain doll.