07-14
Hello,
Wov, this is probably my longest poem, anyway this is half personal, half Loveless. Hope you enjoy. Though this poem has some flaws...
And for those who are interested in 'Before the Dawn' no I havn't abandoned it.
~~X~~
A pretty doll can't refuse,
So keep modeling my mistakes.
Keep the stupid abuse,
Call it necessary to cure heartaches.
You keep up this act-
I won't disobey.
I'll be porcelain in fact,
Just as you craved each day
I'll lose my way,
Then hide in a shell,
Of a soul filled with grey
But at heart I'll rebel.
Stop screaming: ' worthless, worthless'
But please don't let him sing in despair.
I'll be by your perfect nurture
And still wait for you in fear.
'Worthless, worthless'
That song is burried within
Like a memento to a broken purpose
Like my fate dictated on a whim.
I won't look for a guideline,
I won't live by your rules.
The porcelain is shedding fine
And I won't listen to the fools.
Leave me alone for an instant!
I am not a memory for you to adore.
I'll reborn, my mind clean, as an infant.
I'll recreate what you destroyed and restore.
I'll be loved by him,
And that's where I'll fly,
Until my wings will be firm
And the guilt won't search in the sky.
If it'll find my shadow,
I will grasp Soubi's hand,
I won't fall into hollow.
We will run, kicking the sand.
I'll pretend and Soubi won't know.
I'll continue to give affection,
In order to hide that crow,
Yet I'm a lonely possesion.
And the guilt flocked:
'You are Loveless, my boy.'
While my mother mocked:
'No one love's you, you are a toy.'
Yes... She was right...
A doll was a doll.
And we fell to the night,
That I tried to ignore.
The hurtful things she said,
Made me bury Soubi instead
The cruel revelation rang in my head:
'Was I really Loveless? How did I forget?
Then I was really a sewn rag?!
How could I check?'
I began to unravel my thread
And Soubi watched me in dread.
He knew this fact all along,
While I cried like a freaking storm,
As my pins fell down, he said: 'so long.'
And my limbs turned into a disgusting foam.
The pins and cotton were all that's here,
Save for my personal liar-
He was standing near.
Mother made my body ,
She sewn her son together.
While I ripped away her worry,
And ended my life in pleasure.
That's why I was loved by none,
That's why I had been a doll
And so this story comes to one
With a distant toll...
