pomegranate tears and deep dark fears

china doll

Behind a glass wall

Looking into the world

The doll can't call

With synthetic blond curls

Pale and delicate like china

With a crack in the shape of a smile

Just another in the line up

Of dolls laid down on crimson tiles

Hoping for immortality

But cracked and chipped into fatality

There are reasons in the past

To make your body out of glass