Dolls

The clouds settle on my body, abandoned and cold
A spectral being, a dead man, a story untold
A something that throbs with the pain and the break
A something that's rotting, for heaven's sake

There were no pretty dolls, no fairy dust here
No comforting words to drive away fear
Just a window, an old wall, a solitary soul
A pair of torn stockings that never made whole

No final Moon elf, no goblins at play
Just forced, tired caresses that wore me away
The taste of oleander, so bitter and vile
And the purple and red of the pain all the while
Oh, the dolls are all broken, defiled, and so sad
The only desire that I've ever had

There was nothing but colors of purple and red
Gusts of vile weeping on a cold, lonely bed
The dolls are all broken, their innocence taken
A spirit so wounded, forever forsaken

No final Moon elf, no goblins at play
Just forced, tired caresses that wore me away
The taste of oleander, so bitter and vile
And the purple and red of the pain all the while
Oh, the dolls are all broken, defiled, and so sad
The only desire that I've ever had

And the soul holds one wish, so desperate and insane
To die in the bed of a soul without stain
And dream of a world that is distant and clear
A transparent dream, far away from here

To dream of transparencies
A distant world
The dolls are broken
Broken