Wounded doll,
Scratches on the surface a broken heart beneath
Cold whispers in a warm room
Cast away, lonely
A child in the dark
Wounded night angel with broken wings
Crying tears of obsidian
Like black blood down warm flesh
She cries eternally, internally
Harsh words of the world assaulting her ears.
Blue eyes pleading for a release
But fate offers so salvation, no safe haven for the lost one,
So nestled in her broken wings she takes refuge
Shivering, frozen
Waiting for the sun to rise.