Amish doll, who has no face
Looking into a blank space
She has no feeling, or regret
Why should you mind or even fret?
She knows you and who you are
Her emotions are terribly far
She has no eyes
Nor silent cries
She has no lips
And cannot tell fibs
She sees darkness
She can't stress
She can only hear your screams
As she kills you in your dreams
Holding a knife, with no feeling
Her emotions are not revealing
She is an only cold wood
As she would stay and should
She is an amish doll, with no regret
And your death has been coldly met
YOU ARE READING
Dark Tunnel:Dark Poetry
PoetryLife is not a gift... Life is a game. If you win it, you lose... If you lose, you die.
