Barbie looks gone with the fantasy life
No more fairy tales, no more daydreams
Realities faced and harsher grown
Like thorns of a rose anew
Barely born yet biting scorn
Tearing through flesh smooth
Carving thy name in blood
Leaving behind scars of recollection
Shattered armor cracked and sliced
Hatchet crashing down
Caressing the porcelain skin so smooth
And a single look from the metal head
Shatters a break down the eye
In a path of human tears
Towards the chest ceramic
Unveiling an iced center eternal
The endless tomorrow of being dead
Trolling around, feet dragging behind
Bags under the eyes drawn on dark as ink
The spray painted base covered in detail
Each wrinkled line etched deeper
And more defined lay the result
Of endless tiredness and broken pieces
Which can make no amends and seeks no repair
Instead fall deeper into the toy box of despair
The games surrounding you
Swirl around your thoughts
Engulfing and digging in
In that confinement, dark and alone
Feelings in ashes, mentality forlorn
Emotions were toyed with
Each action entertainment
Was nothing real?
One can no longer tell
Arm comes ripping off
Leg bent at an awkward angle
Head twisted three sixty
Hair tangled and caught
Upon a hook dangling
Trapped in your own box
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