She squashes a bunch of grapes
red as blood
and a purple bruise
She finds herself in a grave
filled with sabotaging melodies
and a gloomy pair of eyes
She's eyeing the top
and loses herself in greed
topless and naked in a feat
She's tiptoeing around a seat
cracking her innocence
and holding her tears
She smiles slyly with an allure
letters thrown into screeds
as she climbs breaking her bones
Her sentences are freed causing a stampede
and aims for self-recognition
as she marches through a dark street
A beautiful gloomy doll
dancing in a street
dragging her cold feet
Humming short and sweet
glowing with ego
she's a confident breed