• Eyes gazing into mine,
    Twig snaps and eyes go blind,
    The sound shaking awake the stars,
    Itching to fight, knives give her scars.

    Eyes see what only they wish,
    Like a golden fish in a golden dish,
    The sight of hatred blocked by vain,
    Never revealing her true pain.

    Eyes blinking away tears of joy,
    For time has come for a new toy,
    The feeling she shows to all who look,
    Are just empty words in an empty book.

    Eyes glare into worlds of hate,
    Into what she shunned to appreciate,
    The taste of blood lays on her lips,
    A body tensed with swaying hips.

    Eyes stay open at the top of the grave,
    Of the porcelain girl that was made a slave,
    The smell of decay is thick in the air,
    Her happy shell covered her inner despair.