Gothic Doll

Lost child, I see those eyes of deepest blue,

You are no more to those who once you loved,

So lost without a hand to guide you through.

Your clothes tattered, your face encased in mud,

You were found (drunk) too young; you danced tip-toed

With friends, all dressed in black, looking for some escape.

You shift, so softly, from shade to shadow.

Believe not in karma, and not in fate.

Your own innocence you’ve come to despise.

In that hard luckless woman you’ve become,

Eden is lost in those deep blue doll’s eyes.

Passion sings sweet, but in you it’s undone.

The walls behind those eyes are growing tall,

Deep-blue pleading for a soul to share all.

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