Floating with the flow
Acting like I lived too
Though I'm just a simple doll.
In pretty dress sitting on a shelf
with vacant look and angular back.
Bloodless, numb smile
Painted false dignity on porcelaine
My distant look turns to nothing
And my porcelaine hearts shaking for your coming.
In Twilight you're walking slowly
with aching heart and silent mourning
Hot fever burning on your lips.
Drawing me up to yourself with shaking hands
And Im not exist.
In your hands just simply sharp porcelaine pieces.