Stuffed inside the crack of the wall
lies a man that hides from the porcelain doll
that runs and leaps with astounding grace,
and into the dark shadows without a trace.There is no escape from her clutches
for she terminates everything she touches
But the man is also clever, and strong as he can be
and waits inside the wall for her to see.The doll lurches forward, unable to think
cause her mind has been corrupted with rotten stink.
She slams the knife into his arm
but he doesn't cry as he sounds the alarm.And slams the porcelain to the ground
causing her to shatter, with a loud sound.
The man has conquered her with an astonishing blow,
but he doesn't have anything to show.The shattered remains had fallen through the cracks
of wooden floors and piled among stacks.
And so the man was alone, thinking nothing could go wrong;
or so he thought, for he forgot porcelain dolls are never gone.Thanks for reading :)
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Inside My Mind
PoésieThe wheels continue to spin As my thoughts don't often leave a grin Upon my face, that shows despair Yet they sometimes are happy on the contraire. I'm just struggling with every thought For everything that once was sought They are a mixed feeling...