Little porcelain doll,
With skin as smooth as ivory silk...

A puppet master with strings made of words,
You put on the greatest show of them all...

Sprinkles of sorrow leak from puffy clouds,
As the sky turns to a tinted blue gray...

First meeting, within an instant
You have me, I'm yours...

One moment of happiness,
Brings thousands of doubting thoughts...

Loose actions bring filth and decay,
Spoiling the skin as it peels away as rancid...

Choppers buzzing in the air,
As chaos scrambles upon the ground...

Words flow out of enraged lips,
As the mind slowly becomes an empty void...

Two choices.
One fate...

I walk as a shadow.
Empty within this living shell...

Houses made from cardboard.
Turn into rocket ships...

Heart pounding strongly.
Blood begins to boil...