Glass Eyes

Made of the finest fiber resin,

Limbs with high quality ball joints,

Skin is fair with a healthy pink glow,

Sculpted face to meet all your demands...

Dolly—She?  Dolly—He!

There, like a part of the family!

I wonder,

"What do those glass eyes see?"

'At three A-M,

Youngest Marie,

Killed in her father's

Drunken spree.

 

Blood stains on the wall,

Dead body on a sprawl,

A hopeless romantic for a mother,

Still stays like nothing's the matter!'

Glass eyes that are always open,

A perpetual smile on your lips,

Stuck in an immobile body,

Only there, watching silently...

Dolly—She?  Dolly—He!

Mimicking angel figurines,

"What do those glass eyes of yours

really see?"

 

'Charming Marie,

Naked and gory,

And a maniacal father,

The Lack of beer will fuel the need;

 

The lustful need

for murderous deeds,

With tortured screams,

like deathly hymns...

 

No one will hear those pleas...'

 

Dolly, shush!  Hey Dolly—He!

How wrong you are, see?

"Tell me three things...

You wish of me."

Phantasm!  The power to shed tears...

 

And so it happened in rivulets of crimson~

Mysterious one!  The power to flex these limbs...

 

And so it happened in memory of sweet Marie~

Unfathomable one!  Grant me Revenge...

 

...

 

'Like a mutt!  You are sleeping

with your bowels exposed!'

 

A lifeless hand struck in the darkness.

As if with glee, it glinted silver—

The common kitchen knife.

'Now you are dealt with

the same...'

 

A fountain of scarlet;

The heart, uselessly beating,

Dirt shoved under the carpet,

Now the Dolly—He!  He's fleeing...

Like newfound hope, the sunrise—

Too lately, he realized,

The farthest Dolly could go,

Is where the scraps are at home.

Bitter destiny throws you in a loop.

 

Picked by Marie's imbecile of a mother,

The Dolly, now broken,

had his glass eyes put to another.

What a surprise, indeed,

But also a misfortune

to place those life-like glass eyes

in an equally haunted body.

Now this won't be a wasted opportunity!

Dolly, 'reborn', wrapped his porcelain fingers

on her neck, clutching there tightly.

Wringing and squeezing; forming a fist,

'Good bye'

 

Good bye…

G-O-O… D—B-B-…Y…-E-E…-…