Tainted Purity
Little porcelain doll,
With skin as smooth as ivory silk.
Rose colored cheeks, a cherry blossom smile.
Quietly sitting upon the down feather bed.
She sits and watches the world go by,
With sparkling glass eyes.
Taking in every moment, every word;
Emotionless, never stirring from where she rests.
As the world grows darker from words of hate,
The doll is tossed from where she lay.
She falls, crashing to the floor below.
Her once perfect face now cracked, her smile is broken.
She lays beaten, battered, beyond repair;
But the world is blinded by anger and greed.
No one notices the dieing girl upon the ground,
Nor the tears that fall from her empty eyes.
She cries for the damned upon the earth,
Unable to scream out her fears.
Growing colder with time, the world is lost;
As death kisses purity's fragile lips.
 eimichan · Tue Aug 28, 2007 @ 12:07am · 0 Comments |
