Doll of Death

Doll of Death

 

I stand over your body, and weep.

I have no shame about crying.

It would be of no use if I did.

Looking at you startles me

You don’t even look human

You look like a doll

I place my hands on your chest

You feel so hard, and so cold,

but I can’t help touching you

I gently touch your cheek

and twirl your long, blonde hair

around my trembling finger

I slowly bend down and

lightly kiss your cheek

I love you so much

that touching your body

doesn’t seem so strange

I wish I could feel your warmth

Just one more time

I would give anything

for you not be lying in that box

I wish I could absorb all of the pain

and hug you again

I’m afraid I would never let go

They’ll have to drag me out of here

I need you to hear me

tell you that I miss you

 

 

 

 

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