Doll

Idle dark eyes,
ice cold skin.
still a lust for companionship... that lingers within.
Blank, empty smiles
the physiological wounds that cut to the soul,
how can some one live when their not even whole?
Blood stains sleeves
emotionless, dead.
Not pretty thoughts enter her head.
A need to be warm when everything's cold.
Broken and bruised
with a trust long ago sold.
Nothing to hurt,
with no feelings inside.
Nothing more than a vessel of lust
where no love can abide.
Lungs breathing in razorblades of ice
nothing worth living for...
why dose every cruel feeling has it's price?
Some one who got left behind
and someone who no one could give a care.
About if she's coming or going...
or if she's really all there?
Numbness claws in internal organs
coldness runs through veins.
Nothing but a shell of a what she once was
nothing left but blood stains, of what used to be a heart,
not knowing where reality ends and where the dreamland begins.
There's nothing to win and there's nothing left to lose
no choice as bitter sweet. but no other left to chose.
The frail beating of a heart dismantled in a lab
a mind with no more dreams.
A cruel life that has finally taken it's tole,
and left her all the seams broken
reflecting her life that was left untreated... that will fall apart
no were left to end this sad tale...
but did it ever have a start
was there ever a chance for the doll with the ever broken heart?