Dear doll, no time to play again.

I left my doll
in a dark corner of the room
and she stares at me. she observes.
With those eyes glacial,
"You have forsaken me!"
I do not know whether to be afraid or  to have mercy.
His gaze seems a sad winter lake,
frozen, vacuum, impassive
yet with a small snap it breaks.
With the thoughts and fears
she shine to the moon.
her pale skin and dark hair from her crown
her  bloody mouth that mentions a sloth smile.
She seem so indifferent, but I know that is not so.


Dear beautiful,
you're made of porcelain and diamonds for me,
but it is not time to play.
I slipped in the rain
as in a spring storm
and I held you tight.
You're still the my beautiful.
You're still my darling.
but the time to play was stopped, is lost.
Hit me *if you want* ...
oh I'm not going to play more,
this makes me a bad girl?
let me cry in the wind .......