Choices, voices murmuring words in my head
Eyes, blanking stare, a lifeless light, shone through
A crying smile, an empty heart,
A walking doll
Porcelain is its face
Made from the cold, harsh stone of life
No ashes, no dust
Just a cold white marble, carbonated by diamond
Caress by the fire of darkness
Given life by death
Death by hope, the heart is desire
Through purgatory, the heart is empty
Just a walking doll
Faking life, infinite time
Until it lives by hope, the eternal sleep will come
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