Porcelain flesh,
Leads the brutal thresh,
Crimson color,
Sends the heart a flutter.
Mr. Truss,
Don't you love us?
Made with care,
Dyed in despair,
We are here for you,
Are we not?
Doll maker,
Life taker,
Sinner of the womb,
Encased within insanity's tomb.
Mr. Truss,
Guided by lust,
Broke the woman's trust.
You do not need her,
Do not deter, Monsieur.
We shall satisfy,
Hip and thigh,
Beyond delight,
We will.
Moon arrow,
Bone marrow,
Mr. Truss, we shall.
Shattered soul,
Agony's toll,
Mr. Truss, we shall.
Dark hope
Tightens the rope,
Mr. Truss, we will.
Change of mind,
Life is kind,
Mr. Truss, you shall.
Doll maker,
Life taker,
Please, give us another,
We request a brother.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
