Porcelain

An unloved soul with a broken face.

Her Paint is chipping away.

Her torn and tattered, dainty dress,

Shows number to her days.

A noose around her neck,

What someone thought a joke.

My dearest child, you look a wreck,

For your porcelain flesh is tainted grey with smoke.

I find you here,

A hollow glass shell.

The look of a child,

That was brood of Hell.

I take you to my home.

Now I won't feel so alone.

And wait for you my dearest child, to make the kill.

Because I know in my heart that my life isn't real

Possessed little Porcelin,

My only friend.

I'm lost here forever,

I'm dead in the end.