Dollface

Step into the spotlight,

Fog tangled at her feet.

Glitter up her bare leg,

hair so perfect straight and neat.

Eyes that sparkled every colour,

rosy lips that trace a smile.

Black tutu of lace and frill;

just standing for a while.

A tuned hummed out,

so sharp and sweet,

with every twirl and prance.

Make her audience glare and stare.

“Where does one like that learn to dance?”

She can drag you into her story;

Her pain, loss and love.

And watch her make your heart jolt

with every beat and thud.

Her beauty is impeccable,

Her confidence so upbeat.

A white-dressed girl on the top of a hill

Or a lover with the heat.

“So if so kind, lovely and beautiful"

You may ask me,

“Why do you hate her so?”

“Is it jealousy that blocks your sight

From the truth that can be told?”

“Lie” I yell. 

“Fake!  Fake!

Stop looking at her now!

She’s an evil, dark, dream-crusher – don’t fall under her spell!””

The orchestra; screeches and stops-

Her foot stamps hard-

Her dancing ended.

And across the audience, she glares at me,

all that innocence collapsing and dying.

Her eyes light up –

This time red fire and bloody.

But I’m proud of what I said.

And only a scream later-

I did not expect,

The whole lights to go dead.

From the stage to my seat-she stands

The lights back on –

In only a split second.

She breathes heavy,

Clenched fists,

Blood-red eyes,

Sweaty hair,

Glitter body,

Dagger in hand.

Lifted,

Up,

To,

Me,

Scream,

Cry,

Gasp for air.

Flashbacks in my mind,

As I’m slowly dying.

“Don’t worry”

She used to whisper to me.

“One day you’ll be like me”  

kissing me tenderly on my cheek.

And how stupid am I to let her rule my world,

How stupid just to let her speak.

And she lied to me,

I could never become perfect,

Not an inch like her.

And so sad I never had the courage

To say goodbye,

And by the time I knew,

What a bad drug she was for me.

I was already broken, damaged and smashed.

And then I remember,

How this makes no sense,

Because if we go back,

She was in fact,

Nothing more than a figure of my imagination, and to specify,

who she really was.

She was me. 

And she lied to me,

I could never become perfect,

Not an inch like her.

Because in fact,

I was her.

And she as me,

Yet still,

She was a burden,

Because my imagination,

Made her perfect.

Just the way,

I wanted to be.

So let’s go back,

One more time,.

With my dagger

And breathe,

Smile,

Lift,

Stab,

Dead.

Now she is dead.

Sweet, sweet Dollface.

And even though dead,

I can never deny,

I’ll always love

That sweet, sweet Dollface,

Goodbye.