понеделник, януари 09, 2012

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Season of Love

Winter sky so dark with stars so bright
Brings a glow of sheer delight
Diamond's woven into a cloak of navy blue
The scene is set for all things new
Romance and love flourish at this time of year
Winter magic dispels all doubt and fear
Time to walk and cuddle in the park
All secrets hidden in the dark
Winter winds stir passions deep within
Can love really be a mortal sin?


Porcelain doll

Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
People pass or stop and stare,
Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn,
Her parents regret the day she was born,
Her plastic heart has melted down,
Her stunning smile, a perfect frown,
Her shining future, a blackened road,
Her flowing words, a fucked up code.

Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead,
And voices scream inside her head,
A falling rain of acid tears,
Mirrors reflecting all her fears,
A fire raging through her veins,
Drugs to reduce all her pains,
Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised,
Her staggering beauty, now gone and used.

A foreign beauty, now buried alone,
A cryptic place where light once shown,
Once graceful flight with song and dance,
A life of hope and true romance,
Now blundering falls and morbid display,
Where crystal tears fall every day,
A heartless place of death and disease,
Where evil comes and goes with ease.

Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
Shattered dreams and timeless despair,
A radiant star, now void black hole,
Trying to replace what innocence stole,
Now in her hand, a bloody knife,
Now in her mind, an ended life,
A porcelain doll, a murdered youth,
Her hopeless fight, a deadly truth.


And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.


He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.