The Doll

beautiful child, when you lost your blinding innocence?
the doll speaks about freedom, the lips touch the pool
the tiny face in the grave veil, the eyes looking at the dirty world
when was the last time when you heard the piano?

the purity spoiled, the woman in the body of a child
screams from the cage, buried deep in the ground
her hands kick the dirt, the mouth fanged
her father, oblivious?

give her the gown, give her a dagger
as she sinks the poison into the veins
with a twisted smile
sun, burn me, as I confess my sins

(my tribute to Claudia from Vampire Chronicles)

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