The rain slowed as did Columbia's tears. Her eyes wondered to the castle,
and she knew that she didn't have the strength to walk away. Frank was like
a drug... she was addicted, and now she needed him constantly.
Slowly she rose to shaky legs, the mud sliding off her pale ivory skin. Her foot falls her weak, and hardly left a dent in the damp soil. Fiery hair plastered to her skull slowly began to dry as the rain stopped. This was as close to peace as she got. And the closest she got to happiness was making love to Frank, even though she knew that would never mean anything to him. She was just a good fuck in his eyes. Just another groupie...
The castle came into reach, and she walked silently inside. The house was dark. The only light was a soft candle light flickering through out the foyer. The only sign of life was the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Other than that, complete silence. She traced her fingers along the walls, making her way to Frank's chambers. She new the route all to well, and even in the dim candle light was completely confident of her direction.
The heavy oak door swung open without any sound. Reaching out her lithesome arm, she switched on the lights, only to reveal Frank asleep. Vulnerable. He wore no makeup... Columbia had never seen him this way. So naked... yet still so beautiful. He was perfect... too perfect for her... she was a doll. Fake plastic beauty.
"I am doll eyes
Doll mouth, doll legs
I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait," Columbia sang to her self, sighing after every line.
"Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do to," She didn't understand why she felt her should put her above others.. but she did. She was all he needed.
"I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love him so much it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday, you will ache like I ache"
Frank stirred, waking but staying silent. He would not interrupt her song.. he couldn't. He wasn't sure why... it just seemed too perfect. Pure, raw angst... and love.
"I am doll parts
Bad skin, doll heart
It stands for knife
For the rest of my life
"Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do, too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
He only loves those things because he loves to see them break
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake,"
Columbia crept up to the half sleeping Frank. She crawled over his body, her porcelain finger running along his lips. She wanted to taste those lips.. and he wanted her to.
"And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday you will ache like I ache."
/A/N/ Doll Parts is copywrite Hole... I own nothing. /
Slowly she rose to shaky legs, the mud sliding off her pale ivory skin. Her foot falls her weak, and hardly left a dent in the damp soil. Fiery hair plastered to her skull slowly began to dry as the rain stopped. This was as close to peace as she got. And the closest she got to happiness was making love to Frank, even though she knew that would never mean anything to him. She was just a good fuck in his eyes. Just another groupie...
The castle came into reach, and she walked silently inside. The house was dark. The only light was a soft candle light flickering through out the foyer. The only sign of life was the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Other than that, complete silence. She traced her fingers along the walls, making her way to Frank's chambers. She new the route all to well, and even in the dim candle light was completely confident of her direction.
The heavy oak door swung open without any sound. Reaching out her lithesome arm, she switched on the lights, only to reveal Frank asleep. Vulnerable. He wore no makeup... Columbia had never seen him this way. So naked... yet still so beautiful. He was perfect... too perfect for her... she was a doll. Fake plastic beauty.
"I am doll eyes
Doll mouth, doll legs
I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait," Columbia sang to her self, sighing after every line.
"Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do to," She didn't understand why she felt her should put her above others.. but she did. She was all he needed.
"I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love him so much it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday, you will ache like I ache"
Frank stirred, waking but staying silent. He would not interrupt her song.. he couldn't. He wasn't sure why... it just seemed too perfect. Pure, raw angst... and love.
"I am doll parts
Bad skin, doll heart
It stands for knife
For the rest of my life
"Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do, too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
He only loves those things because he loves to see them break
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake,"
Columbia crept up to the half sleeping Frank. She crawled over his body, her porcelain finger running along his lips. She wanted to taste those lips.. and he wanted her to.
"And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday you will ache like I ache."
/A/N/ Doll Parts is copywrite Hole... I own nothing. /