TheTinGirl
Active Member
Gone
Love, life, death, dreams-
Sucked from a young girl
By a devilish twister.
Idle she sits on the window sill
Ice eyes staring, unable to focus.
Unknown hands work busily,
To keep up the appearance.
Ringlet curls and a Lacey dress.
Hard glass skin shining
As apathetic tears fall.
She shines like a star.
Time passes and she finds,
It harder to hold herself up.
Nine prescriptions ought to keep her...
Under control.
Medicated her head tilts to the side.
In comes the seamstress.
Gently sewing the little doll's lips.
She has no choice but to smile now.
Quick! The heart has shattered
To nothing more then dust!
Need a replacement...
A fork? A shoe? A drug?
Well it wasn't needed, leave it empty.
Under the constant pressure of tears,
The glass skin shatters.
We'll replace with socks and sew in softness.
One grey, one black.
Will be hidden by the lace anyway.
No one will know.
Alas! The beautiful blue eyes!
They have cried all of their colour!
Rip them out, and toss them.
No room here for unhappy eyes.
Replaced with two buttons.
Big, bright, blue and happy.
Time flies as the poor doll suffers,
Unable to cry, or heal or see.
But to the people, they see nothing wrong.
She is just a rag doll,
And she is fine,
As long as they keep sewing her back together.
Love, life, death, dreams-
Sucked from a young girl
By a devilish twister.
Idle she sits on the window sill
Ice eyes staring, unable to focus.
Unknown hands work busily,
To keep up the appearance.
Ringlet curls and a Lacey dress.
Hard glass skin shining
As apathetic tears fall.
She shines like a star.
Time passes and she finds,
It harder to hold herself up.
Nine prescriptions ought to keep her...
Under control.
Medicated her head tilts to the side.
In comes the seamstress.
Gently sewing the little doll's lips.
She has no choice but to smile now.
Quick! The heart has shattered
To nothing more then dust!
Need a replacement...
A fork? A shoe? A drug?
Well it wasn't needed, leave it empty.
Under the constant pressure of tears,
The glass skin shatters.
We'll replace with socks and sew in softness.
One grey, one black.
Will be hidden by the lace anyway.
No one will know.
Alas! The beautiful blue eyes!
They have cried all of their colour!
Rip them out, and toss them.
No room here for unhappy eyes.
Replaced with two buttons.
Big, bright, blue and happy.
Time flies as the poor doll suffers,
Unable to cry, or heal or see.
But to the people, they see nothing wrong.
She is just a rag doll,
And she is fine,
As long as they keep sewing her back together.
