The doll girl lit the stage for her twisted wonderland,
the dreaded magic called sanity could never hope to withstand.
Paralytic fluid they are forced to sip,
through black threads concealing their lips.
The doll girl tucks their souls into her pocket,
ending their anguish with a needle through the eye socket.
Through the crevices of maggot-eaten flesh her threads twirl,
all will come to love the precious doll girl.
A gallery of corpses that cherished only her,
loyal vassals to worship with bleeding adoration.
Now the pain of loneliness was just a blur.
in the affectionate embrace of morbid damnation.
She wished to gain adoration from all,
for she was the girl that loved to make human dolls.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...