DOLL OF THE URN
I catch your shadowed eyes with mine of pain And quickly you discard my gentle glance. Your eyes are now so clouded with my rain As thunder ebbs upon this shore of chance. The hurt, I watch consume you in this night, (I turn my face away to hush the screams) The same dark touch that blinded us with sight Calls to me through piercing, haunting dreams. You mesmerized me, drawing close my light Casting spells with words submerged in power. But as, when hurt, you draw away from night You soon forget I'm strongest in this hour. And watch, do I, our tainted web "Desire," Whispered how I miss that burning fire. "Watch, my voodoo Dolls, the games of Voodoo of the Spirit of the URN," Listen to the beating heart of sin, "For this might truly be the last thing known," I hear your voice from somewhere deep within. Watching candle; taunting flame through dark. Your inner self revealed and finally seen. The pain I felt when shown the face of stark. Never seeing the weakness you had sheened. Silhouettes dancing through my numbing mind; Perhaps the empty ones you held so dear, Haunting, singing songs of left behind While consuming, thriving on my fear. Clawing through this empty shell of lies I hold your Doll within this midnight sky That holds me in its truly dark embrace How I long the beauty of the lie, For there I'm sheltered, lying your Doll in waste. Watching your decline; diminish of power I didn't want to hurt you, as I warned you so I whispered "You I surely will devour your Soul" The emotions fall like rain, light as steps at first Though I know in time the deluge will begin. Give me Blood of your Doll to quench my tired thirst! But I wonder, could this be so simple? Or at end? Sing, wicked laughter! Sing your shadowed song! For perhaps next time you will never mess with the Doll of the URN...
