A perfect little doll
Sitting on a shelf so high
Watching the world below
The gents they try to climb
Straining reaching for the doll
Vacant eyes watch unamused
The doll wishing and hoping their hands will never reach.
Heart hurting the infection spreads
Lungs decaying with every breath
Another step towards the grave
Broken parts and damaged flesh struggle to move
Brain imploding to stop the tears
No prayer for the agony
No solace for the misery
No lie to console the tragedy the stars have written
A decades curse rings true
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