Doll.A Poem by Benjamin SeymourHappiness bereft leaves kisses on your doorstep And bloodstains on you door Cynicism says what's the point in keeping faith When all around are losing theirs
Poisoned silence pierces the night With screams of treachery Whilst resiliance finally relents Deciding it's not worth the fantasy
The Doll is closing in Trying to speak She has no words for me The walls are falling down Heavy and betrayed Demolished by the Doll And her hate.
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4 Reviews Added on March 19, 2008 Last Updated on March 19, 2008 AuthorBenjamin SeymourBarcelona, Spain, SpainAbout"All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse" Writing is just talking with a pen. And I talk too much anyway. more..Writing
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