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BROKEN DOLL

Blood spilled from your body
That stains the dirty floor
Drop by drop
The pool of your blood gets bigger and bigger...
And you
You are as fithy as ever, seated on that dirty floor of your insane house
You're seated like a broken doll
Staring at nothing
While your life runs away from you...
Flies start to gather around you
A Feast! they smell
Who would have known you would end up like this
This was never the life you wanted
But you were caught up on the web
Their web caught you
You had no where to run
No where to hide
You where caught like one of those flies that feast on you
caught in a spider's web
But you tried to get out...
I know you did
But it was too late
Too damn late!!
You knew it before it started
You knew it would end up like this
But you hoped it would be different
You hoped that something could change your fatal fate...
Even when he showed up,
After you ran away,
With a gun in his hand
Even when he pointed that gun at your heart
You hoped you wouldn't die
You hoped you had a chance
But then came the sound
And then the pain
Your blood started flowing out of your heart
and you fell down
as he walked away
as if he had only killed a little fly
You were that little flie
Not human
Not a girl
A stupid, simple, useless fly
And now, cold as ice
You're seated on the filthy floor where your blood is gathering
You stare at the door with an empty look
hoping your life would be spared
Hoping it would all be a bad dream...