Perfect traits lying still emotionless
A marionette playing her part with care
Obediently following every word
Obeying the very order
Your puppet girl for dark flow of lust am I
Sitting moveless on a dusty bookshelf
Awaiting for another moment
Longing for forever to feel your touch on my porcelain skin
Puppet girl for a game of dreams
Lying on a dark throne
I long for castaway dawn of the North
With first calling swirl of another coil
Sheltering endeavour writes a hope
Turning wine in blood and water in poison
Rotten beauty cascaded with a dart of crimson dawn
Pale face of a porcelain doll
So perfectly careless
Obeying every daymare’s call
Obedient and tender
The one in your harem of lost souls
Until I fall breathless I lie still emotionless
Longing for another wish of lust tearing deep under pale core
Turned into a marionette
Lost in dark masquerade
Drunken venom flows through my veins
I merely play my part with love and care
Tears made of glass, heart of porcelain
Whisper your sweet farewell and break me
Leave every piece on the cold floor
Daymare’s call for a heart of a porcelain doll
Another dawn will fall covering dreams of darkest lust
I caress so dear your solitude for my love withered, burnt to dust
Linlin's Poetry 