Broken Dolls For Illustrated Girls
Porcelain stained
with a fallen angel's remains
what truth can we maintain
when love feels pained
her own personal story
a lipstick smeared purgatory
a kissing queen's only glory
in a blink of a demise
ink burns from breast to blue eyes
baptized in black dye
nude in her own disguise
pierced so deep her soul cried
she never thought about suicide
until her yesterday died
she felt used and without respect
she wore a razor blade
and bruise around her neck
with broken mirrors and mascara thick tears
she knows God wont appear
so needles erase her fears
skin so pale her scars would never fail
to prove even Christ gave her a nail
she couldn't have her world back
so she painted her world black
all she wanted was silver platted pearls
but all I could give her was
broken dolls for illustrated girls
--Z.Silas Herrera
Porcelain stained
with a fallen angel's remains
what truth can we maintain
when love feels pained
her own personal story
a lipstick smeared purgatory
a kissing queen's only glory
in a blink of a demise
ink burns from breast to blue eyes
baptized in black dye
nude in her own disguise
pierced so deep her soul cried
she never thought about suicide
until her yesterday died
she felt used and without respect
she wore a razor blade
and bruise around her neck
with broken mirrors and mascara thick tears
she knows God wont appear
so needles erase her fears
skin so pale her scars would never fail
to prove even Christ gave her a nail
she couldn't have her world back
so she painted her world black
all she wanted was silver platted pearls
but all I could give her was
broken dolls for illustrated girls
--Z.Silas Herrera