My white doll, your hands are bloody from drawing smiley faces on the skin of her naked corpse.
My white doll, her suicide will never give you the satisfaction, you had to kill her again by cutting her wrists, and use her blood to write her a poem of death, it won't revive your memory but to you it's too romantic.
My white doll, your victims are screaming for mercy.
Please stop, please stop.
But you're like a fallen valley, all the echoes of sadness will repeat on your deaf walls.
How could you, how could you, your just a plastic doll.
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Wisdom From the Dark Side. (#Wattys2015)
PoetryA bundle of dark poems and short poetic stories from life experiences and a great love of poetry and literature. -We hope you enjoy it. -Don't forget to vote and comment. My daughter and I share this experience. -Written by: Michel and Carmen Ahwach.
