porcelain figurine lays on the floor,
crimson cracks appear on her face,
perfect, otherwise...
silent screams of a broken mind
and a soul that pierces with the burning
of a thousand evils
this body cant be trusted
this body can never be trusted
as the scent of her shedding skin
merges with the wind
i lock the door
not tonight, i pray
not tonight…
as she whispers things done
and screams with the chorus of those
left undone
-this fucking buzz in my head-
not tonight, i pray
NOT TONIGHT!
the clock speaks
…
three a.m.
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