China Doll (part 1)
If I’ve been forsaken and lost without breaken’, Does that mean I’m not china doll?
If I’ve been possessed and arrested for treason against modern thinking I’ll fall.
Forever alone and foretold was my sorrow, should I choose to listen, or live?
Forget my past fallacy and immorality: I’m not worthless lest you not forgive.
I woke up on Wednesday: went out, broke my body.
And Thursday: immolated friends.
I woke up on Friday crying myself bone dry: and then was betrayed by my love.
I hoped for a Saturday better than yesterday but awoke with unbearable pain.
I slept through the weekend: my fortitude weakened: my pain drilling holes in my head.