She entered the house of Joy
Fixed herself with broken toy
Went to find herself
Lying on a dusty shelf
Her other soul was beating
This claimed that two souls were now together
Found their partner
Relieved, her heart light as a feather
Her reflected soul looked sinned
***** and alone
It was shaped like a white doll
Wearing a dark blue suit
Twitching, responding, to a call
One thing she did not get,
was that it was wearing a pale, gray mask
Three shapes. Dot, dot, line
Perhaps forming a disturbing look of smile
Grinning happily
"What lies beneath the layer of lie?" she asks
Reaches her hand to uncover
The mask and the secret hidden
Tap. The mask falls with a sudden twitch
Revealing the wound and agony it had been hiding for centuries, waiting for it to be revealed.
But only for itself.
Tears dribble from the blank of it's eye
And crimson gore floods from the ragged mouth scattered with honey
It positions it's arm leaning toward her
Clamps over her mouth and whispers:
"Shhhhh-" with a painful grin. A real one.
Rumors and tales clinging and repeating
Of the soul who was trapped in good and honey
But inside, who was actually a **beast.
woah- i wrote that and though it was good! this is rare! me actually thinking a poem i wrote was good! haha!