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Walking slowly through a place
I dare not tread lightly,
I await the living dark to come,
to carry me forth from the light,
so I should no longer fear death.
I find nothing of subsance,
in this place i should not be,
only condecending smiles,
taped upon plastic faces.
Little dolls without thought,
nor hearts, nor souls.
They do not cry out
when i take thier hearts
from thier perfect chests.
They only smile prettily,
and shake my sweaty hand.
I wait still for my own heart
to beat life's blood,
yet there is only black,
where a heart once stood.
My lips prepare a scream,
yet no sound comes to pass.
Only black serpents pour forth,
released from thier hold
in my head.
Walking slowly through a place
I dare not tread lightly,
I await the living dark to come,
to carry me forth from the light,
so I should no longer fear death.
I find nothing of subsance,
in this place i should not be,
only condecending smiles,
taped upon plastic faces.
Little dolls without thought,
nor hearts, nor souls.
They do not cry out
when i take thier hearts
from thier perfect chests.
They only smile prettily,
and shake my sweaty hand.
I wait still for my own heart
to beat life's blood,
yet there is only black,
where a heart once stood.
My lips prepare a scream,
yet no sound comes to pass.
Only black serpents pour forth,
released from thier hold
in my head.
