Oh, the strings that puppetted her heart
They just kind of forgot to move
And she kind of fell
Like a Vanquilitrist doll
And the crowd
They took their photos
The flashes blinding her
Her skin so fair
A face carved to slain perfection
But one tear drop. Fell.
Shes so lost!
No sleeping pills will save her now
As she falls further down
Glassed over icy blues.
He moves his hand away
She slumps.
The drugs die.
He realizes she really was never alive.
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