Porcelain Doll

Your face is the fall and covered in blood,
Your pale face looks like a doll,
Broken china skattered across the ocean,
I try to put the pieces together,
But the glue won't hold,
And you cry and say goodbye.

I hold your hand, I can still feel you,
You're becoming colder, and more like clay,
I'll form you into what you were,
The perfect one for the imperfect me,
I'll strike a match and give you a burning heart,
And you'll find the perfect one for the perfect you.

A music box for your voice,
That plays the saddest song,
I'll play it over and over,
And it will turn my grey heart to a blood blood red,
Empty out your eyes so I can see into,
Your heart burning for me.

The autumn winds blow through your hair,
Like thousands of my fingers combing you to sleep,
Your eyes blinking like butterflies,
And your broken face smiles at me,
I cry my black tears onto your face,
And everything bleeds black.

-Sir Jestro