"Oh no doll, you wont be missed, keep one eye open while you kiss."
Oh my dear doll…
Sitting in your chair,
All nice and neat,
Placed in it with meticulous care,
Your face is sweet,
But your smile is fake,
Forged on by your maker,
A dead smile on your tinted lips.
Oh my lovely doll…
Heart wrenching pain consumes your frail body,
Its numbing you,
making your skin cold,
Dear doll,
I look into your lifeless eyes,
See a flicker of something,
Is it life?
Is it love?
Or…
Is it Desperation?
Loneliness?
Envy perhaps?
Or is it nothing at all?
Oh my darling doll…
Silent and lonely,
There you sit,
limp,
in your hollow chair,
You look so dead and empty,
yet so lovely and real,
But its just the illusion of something tangible,
something genuine.
Oh my beloved doll…
Your porcelain skin is tearstained,
Your false beauty marred by sin.
Endless abyss in which you sit,
Patiently waiting for your paramour to arrive,
And save you from damnation.
Ridiculous hopes and foolish dreams.
Oh my delectable doll…
Beware.
A crooked angel stands in wait in the shadows,
Patient for his prey,
which though sad to say,
is…
You.
My poor innocent doll.
He reaches a clawed hand to you,
A beckon.
Grasping a hold of one of the delicate ribbons that adorn you,
"never let go.", "forever mine.", "always with you." he whispers his seductive lies.
He craves for you my dear doll.
To devour your naïve soul.
Oh beautiful tempting incubus,
So deceiving in his godlike beauty and charms.
Oh poor doll,
So fragile, so vulnerable.
Doll you look so enticing in your dainty ways,
'my doll' he whispers in your ear,
He places a chaste kiss upon your painted lips.
Oh my cherished doll…
You sit there and rot away.
A demon at your side,
your unholy companion.
Oh what an unconventional pair you make,
Eternally sitting together in the darkness of your love.
Oh my dear doll…
I love you,
my dear friend.
But remember…
A doll is what you are,
and always will be,
Nothing more.
No matter how hard you pray,
That's all you'll ever be…
Something to be used and abused.
