You're a piece that i cant seem to shake off a...
Hidden soul within the mind
Hiding behind the hidden line...
My life is never what I dreamed of.
All the thoughts and images I shove...
My Porcelain Doll is beautiful,
brown hair and brown eyes...
No words, no noise, no friends, but guts
Revealed by pain from those deep cuts...
Your face is long gone from my dreams,
And nothing is how it should seem...
These old, forgotten memories,
Are gone and I can no longer see...
Silence is beauty within times
but the sound fills the ears...
Tears roll down her eyes as silence fills the air...
As her little corner is devoured in the darkness...
Painted porcelain gleams,
Iridescent poetry drips...
You can forget I live
Leave me sitting alone...
Do you ever get this feeling in your heart that no...
Do you ever hear the slowly dying heart sound...