You stare at me from where you lay,
From the darkest corner of my room.
Your porcelain face so fragile, so bleak,
Not so perfectly sculpted.
Cracked all down one side
With your creepy broken eye,
Nothing left but a black hole like hell.
You sit and wait so silently until nightfall,
You stir and come to life.
Mesmerising yet dangerous with a melodic haunting laugh.
Your gaze so intense, your motions so forceful
Beckoning my broken soul to your hell.
Day light comes and your charade starts over,
This seeming nothing more then a dream.
Together we lay down, your tiny hand in mine,
Your icy cold grip, so frightening, so soothing.
Enchanting, entrancing, torturing my mind;
Your broken eyes leading to he'll
Draws my broken heart, mind and soul to you.
The words you spoke to me the last night I live
So captivating, like a deathly glorious spell:
"Come into the night with me,
Your scars will bleed but
No one around you cares.
Come into the darkness with me,
Open your eyes upto meet mine
I'll take you away, miles away
From everyone you've ever known.
Come into the night with me,
I will guide you through this the easy way
Both of our hearts won't beat any longer.
No more emptiness inside.
Open your eyes to this hell we share:
Death!!"
You stare at me from where you lay,
From the darkest corner of the room.
Left thinking, should I follow you?
My little porcelain doll.