The Doll is You

The Doll is You

Silk and stitches
My heart now quickens
To bring about the piercing next
The needle threaded
through Heart now fluttered
I take her apart
with thoughts now muddled

I sewed her lips
tightly shut
I’m sure you liked those hips
With roses you showered
Bathe in sin you flowered
Through the night now raked
Her eyes I do now take
And sew them tight
on her misread palms
I’ll stop giving you alms
You’ll plague my mind
Never more
As I sew her shut
Those lips will never whore
As her lids now close
With tears and acid
You’ll find me a bit placid
She’ll never pose
Never again
As I sew her toes together
She’ll never dance
She’ll never prance
But dont you worry none
She’s just a simple doll
A doll I keep in cupboard
She is you
She’s a girl
Through me my thoughts unfurl
I watch you stumble
See your feet make a fumble
I see you mutter
but all you do is mumble
Her lips are sewn, as are yours
Her toes are tied, as are yours
After all
I am a good seamtress
With some magic
I’ll make a dress
And wear it to your wedding
Dont go and do some fretting
I wont cry
I’ll be happy with me and mine
But you’ll stumble down the aisle
You’ll fumble with your vows
Its ok
You never could keep your feet
You never could speak sweetly
You’ll find me meek
You’ll see me laugh
For its my place
Inside your mind
A lost treasure
I find you of lacking measure