Rag Doll

From this cracked mirror
Blood drips from the glass.
A deep slice upon the skin
Broken pieces from the mask.

Another pill to engulf the pain
Sending chills filled with ecstasy.
Hands clutch the swollen throat
No longer willingly able to breathe.

Fire slowly burns the open flesh
The loss of blood growing high.
A room spinning with impatience
Chilling screams, a saddened lullaby.

Clothes remain ripped and torn
Flowing freely from the waist.
Tongue filled with bite marks
Rustic crimson it leaves to taste.

Devious chants haunt the room
As blackness over whelms thee.
Tied up with barbwire and spikes
Puddles of blood compose a sea.

Through the lines of desperation
Lies all the tiniest imperfections.
Addicting little habits live here
Another rag doll without directions.