The Doll

Beautiful child, when did you lose your blinding innocence?
the doll speaks of freedom, lips touch my neck
a tiny face in a mourning veil, eyes looking at the dirty world
when was the last time you heard the sound of piano?

innocence died with the dark gift
a woman who she will never be
always a step too late
always a step too far

tears run down the porcelain skin
traces of suffering in the soul, among silks and satin
among blood and the sound of the violin

give her a gown, give her a dagger
as it drowns poison in my veins
with an innocent smile
sun, burn me when I confess my sins