Never

Push you over this cliff built from tears and refuge,
my only sanity and hope for reformation of the heart.
Step foreward into the domain of darkness and hate,
hate only ment for herself and nobody else.

This is what she is here for and what people want,
a doll to beat on towards deep darkness and black.
Color her eyes with nothing but despair,
and see if she turns out like a normal child would.

Sacrifce her to the gods of tearing heartache and nothing more,
uncomfertable ripping of the insides that have something still.
No more than pieces of the original and dust left over,
she is nothing more than a broken down doll with a broken heart.

You did this to a poor child of nothing more than inoceance,
white tainted with black paint and bleak hope with wisdom.
She isn't nothing more than a girl with nothing to go for,
a 'something' that had 'nothing' to keep her going.

Jump or dive away towards the waves of washing away the sins,
a sad little girl creating that wall that she can't control.
Clean away all the misdeeds and all the undones,
but it won't let you ever forget the doll dying inside.

Never.