Broken Dolls and Nightmares by Whispers
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A little drop that trickles down,
Hits the ground without a sound.
An inky substance she begins to spew,
The blood of an innocent taints you.
The gentle breeze that floats by,
Similar to a howl that echos in the night.
The sounds of a soul as it leaves this life.
To join within another and create new strife.
Branches scratch at a window pane,
Yet another sound to retain.
Forgiving the former of their transgression,
Slowly begins the new, suffering progression.
A dark night with a full moon,
Shadows dancing on the walls of the room.
Little doll, of mine, I play so carefully with.
Close your eyes, you'll only feel a twist.
The memories you never escape.
The echos of the nights wraiths.
Dance for the piper as your soul ascends,
If you aren't careful, he'll drag you right in.
Like the silence that echos in your heart,
The shadows sneak up on you in the dark.
Shh, don't you cry - it will be alright.
Hush, now, child and embrace the lack of light.
The candle goes out, flame begins to dwindle.
Did you think it would be so simple?
Tsk, tsk, my darling little doll..
You're never going to be anything at all.
You've got cracks, you're missing your spark.
You're destined to live a life so stark.
You can't begin to be fixed up alone,
You can't begin to have your tears sewn.
You'll be forever upon the shelf up high,
For those to toy with as they pass on by.
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