Don't cry for me before I ask,
Don't try to make me live again.
I see - you're tired, so take a rest!
No one can't stop this cruel rain...
My Cheshire cat grins like the Moon,
Raven's eyes looking for him. Hey!
The stars are falling into spoon.
You're sad - it's late for me to pray.
Experiment was really bad,
I'm just a doll with blood-red eyes.
Stand like black pillars scared bats
And moonlight walks on my deep scars.
But you can't live without a dolls...
Nice Cheshire cat jumps on the roof
For you grows a new plastic soul,
And skin... become so smooth...
The Doll
© Copyright: Анна Дербенёва, 2009
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The Doll is dead. But hands your can Her cold soul to spread. Make you can her man.
Максим Мироненко 04.05.2009 00:12 • Заявить о нарушении
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