
Amidst this carnage you find the doll who once was pretty too.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 86 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 05-13-06 - id: 2172877
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it's the only way to keep the voices back
these colors that bleed forth, spill to black
and all these tears dry not this vein
which open forth and spills again
broken down and lost of soul
you're eaten now devoid and whole
break forth this bread of my body's meat
smother atop my spilt red heat
heart devoured, caked and crusted
jaw wired shut gray and rusted
leave me now broken from play
ply you a new doll from the rotting clay
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