The Disposable Dolls

by Dr. Ashtray

Yeah, I know I've changed this a thousand times. But I've decided that this is just a rhyming, stand-alone alone poem about a girl caught in a web of pain and angst. Review, please.

The Disposable Dolls

This poem is tells a story, and if you think you've figured it out, PM me and I'll let you know if you did. Please review, I had to listen to "Thank You For The Venom," on repeat to write this, not that it's a bad thing.

At dawn, the white van appears

Their shackles in hand, glow with fears

Broken from your home, lost nowhere

Contained in a ghost town, a childhood fair

They wink at the artificial skies

Undress to innocent eyes

Tear yourself away from a lusty gaze

And hear the sound of the devil's praise

Try to scream when they break the bone,

Agony is silenced with the predator's moan

Clog your throat with searching hands

Dance with silk, swan black fans

Pour the hearts with tonic and gin,

Mix the labor with sweat and sin

Rub your knees into the sacred floor

Turn blind to the old faithful's gore

Fishnet thighs and a performer's pole

Hands that dirty the purity they stole

When the job is done a thousand times,

The blood from the soul buries the dimes

But before nightmare's bedroom fades,

Shine your lips with razor blades

Give a tender kiss to prison walls

And add your name to the disposable dolls.