Baby dolls and striped stockings,

The only way I know I am still a kid,

Pink walls and butterflies that dance,

Attempting to repair the damage you did,

Poison in your lies,

You're like a disease now to me,

I'm dying from the venom in your eyes,

And I don't hate it,

Your words are like daggers cutting to the bone,

Bloody hands have I fallen upon,

This lifeless body decends lower in the ground,

Lost to all existence like another pawn.