Glass doll

[whitman]

Verse:
your glass doll bleeds your name in your
empty rooms on the panes she has
scratched your name she sits in the
window laughing at the moon.

chorus:
rocking chair rocking chair do you hear
footsteps on the empty stair do you
rock back and forth to the screams
of a dead childs unanswered prayer


verse:
your glass doll planted glass flowers
your fragrance invades her glass dreams
in the dolls head we can see your last hours
glass friends scream your final screams


bridge:
the glass doll rocks in the chair
searching for a final prayer.
the glass doll rocks in the chair
searching for a final prayer.

Verse:
your glass doll sleeps on your grave
glass friends lay glass reefs
they smash with the real grief
from the frenzied winds that rave.

[PrinceMyshkin]

This is almost intolerably sad, but handled so deftly and without the least bit of mawkishness. Well done!