Withered, rotting corpses
who are you to speak my name
nothing calling to you
languages are tethered shame
Little blue plastic doll
sitting in the cornered room
bathed with desperation
sweltering with darkened gloom
Feed not on the pieces with
shards of bleeding, broken dreams
boulevards so open wide
pushing at the outward seams
Kissing me, push back my head
painted velvet eyes of black
tips of tongues, parted lips
falling deeper behind my back
Reach in deep, searching more
touch the edges of my soul
dragging out my human side
you yearn so much, to make me whole
Sickened need to break my mind
obsession with my tattered heart
sewing slowly, along the tears
piecing insanity, part by part
Needle in, breathing out
so close to finish, hold your tongue
do not falter, scare not the beast
fire engulfs your very lung
One more stitch, and i am one
you gasp, and stand back to see
your newly repaired masterpiece
the patched remnants that are me
But ask yourself, for what you seek
the animated corpse, thats new
did you bring me back into life
to give me new breathe, or for selfish you?

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