Observing all life, but crawling with dead.
Dust rots through its temptuous veins.
Dripping though blood, entering brain.
This porcelain doll sits in my heart.
Seeping with poision, stabbing with darts.
Chocking my air as I long for escape.
Returning to darkness, my only embrace.
Falling with stars in this flash of demise.
Bleeding with joys to the tears I now cry.
Filling its beauty with hauntidly strife.
Gaining my weakness, my scream to my life.
This porcelain doll, it is my own self.
Stealing my thoughts but sharing it's wealth
Leaving my corpse through dusting ashes.
My porcelain doll, and my many own clashes.
