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There we appear now into the abode of where a little girl dwells, her

mind drifting off to a land of wishing wells.

Dreaming of all the things a little girl could want.

This doll is more than what she was wanting, and thus the outcome became

oh the more daunting.

For one Halloween night, the hardened skin of the porclien glowed, as the

stiffened legs and arms began to move.

What should she do, what oh what choice to choose?

As the doll inched closer its cold emotionless face, near her

warm and caring,gentle face.

Then by the blink of an eye the dolls eyes popped open, black,

the eyes were as cold as ice, and as black as coals.

Then the lips of the doll moved as she said

"I want your soul."

Death oh, how horrible, yet entertaining,

death like a thorn in thy heart. And

oh the blood, so sweet like sugar-nectar, yet tart

and bitter.

Death is an interest yet also a

catastrophe.

Oh how I yearn for the taste, the feel, the smell, oh how

I yearn to hear the slow thumping of the heartbeat as it beats its last.

Truth be told in a heart as it beats

truth about life, truth about past, truth about soul, and truth about love.

So much information in one tiny beat, the beating of your soul.

The eyes of death that has befallen upon this very soul, is lifeless and dull.

Yet the eyes of the living can tell so much in so little time, they

are lively and eccentric, happy and without woe.

But oh woe oh woe is me for I have lost my very soul,

thy very soul that keeps the light and happiness inside.

Walking through blood stained walls,

with screams of torture and pain rising, then

the screams fall to silence. Oh the

innocence of trust that silence brings, but greedy one,

it doesnt bring golden rings. Nor golden treasures for hungry beggars.

Oh, silent cathedral of death and darkness hear

thy words and spare thy soul.

Give'th thy soul forgiveness within'

the mind, spirit, and body. Mind, like

a sanctuary of deep secret thoughts,

a mind that no one is supposed to know about or touch. Spirit, the soul

of the body that we dwell inside. Something not seen and not heard of,

something special within.

Body, a temple of great strength, and yet

weaknesses. A wonderous temple to love

and nurture. Darkness is of the soul, cathedral,

oh cathedral in which I dwell please return thy soul, you so steal'th well.

A dream of innocence, reckless memories to regret.

Dreams broken as if it were clear glass, keeping a treasured memory

locked inside. The memory flittering through the mind,

happy now that it is free. Broken dreams, like an

angel of pure innocence, crystal tears fall, waiting for the right moment,

a soul to content it. Blue eyes of icy bliss, close now for

thy bloody kiss. Oh, for the kiss I do miss.

Now open thine eyes, feel the embrace,

the cold icy feeling running through thy veins?

Hark, oh hark for 'tis the embrace of your end, the embrace of death.