Tick tock tick tock
lets talk time,
lets speak in rhyme.
I pick the lock,
i watch the clock.
Mascara bleeds my eyes...
I dreamed of you,
I listened to,
the echo of passing time.
The little lights of shadow town,
at midnight as i creep.
fall softly on the cobble stones,
and watch me as i weep.
To speak of you is not a sin,
to dream of you I'm keen.
but to kiss your lips
would be a crime
i will not let you in.
Strawberry gashes on porcelain skin,
Curse this and the wretched sin,
China white porcelain face,
Stained in shame, pain and disgrace,
Glass doll eyes in an egg shell skull,
The polished shine in time turned dull,
Shards and chips of a varnished soul,
Crushed, discarded new and old,
Kiss the lips cold as puter,
Find the heart with no suitor,
Veins inked in blue,
Transparent smile, see-through,
A living dead doll,
Brought and sold...
To the highest bidder.
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