Little Porcelain Doll.

{i know it's long, but please read it all and leave comments.}

That monster.
Ugly,
Staring cold,
Open eyes.

The porcelain doll,
Blood thirsty call,
She'll kill you.
Don't get too close.

Haunting
And taunting
She sits on the shelve.
All alone, all by herself.

She decomposes,
As she watches,
The world she knew,
Crumple like roses.

The children,
They judge her.
She's not as pretty...
Not as useful...

And they were wrong.

The little doll,
The monster,
So ugly,
So dead,

Just needed a smile,
A little hope...
Get out of the denial,
To live a little - not mope.

But not a chance,
She didn't get one.
She lived in fear,
They were near.

Everytime she started to live,
To get out of there,
And be someone,
They chased her here.

The grotesque thoughts,
Nightmares,
And incidents,
What made her so terrible,

They showed her the truth.
They made her see,
What a horror she was underneath.
A dark lonely soul.

The pocrelain doll,
The monster,
Ugly and all.
She'll get revenge. Just wait for your call.

--**skye~