Poet In The Jar Diaries: China Doll

Tuesday, August 3

China Doll

Who am I
I'm flesh and blood
My body is mine
To give away, to kill
To rip apart
To thrill

But it aint yours for the taking
I'm a china doll in the making

Who am I
Lost in the flood
My mind is mine
To entertain
To cut in two
To soak in rain

But I aint yours for the taking
I'm a china doll in the making

I used to be stronger
I used to be of steel
You broke through me
With violence
With twisted lust
For every thrust

But I aint yours for the taking
You can be the china doll
You should be the one breaking

2 comments:

Donald (The Scape)August 6, 2010 at 12:17 AM
Wow :O angsty as hell, very good though. Comes off as a bit of a revenge song to an un-named asshole.
ReplyDelete
Replies
Poet In The JarAugust 11, 2010 at 1:53 AM
Seeing as it is angsty as hell AND a bit of a revenge song to an un-named asshole you must be either psychic or a really awesome guesser.
ReplyDelete
Replies

Add comment

For Dust And Memories

My Poetic Intentions

My world is like a glass jar that isolates me from the rest of the world, and the glass is the cover that life has placed on my eyes. Inside it I am the poet who hasn't decided whether the lid should be opened or closed - if reality should be welcomed inside, or if madness should be let out.

I'm Poet in the Jar. I've had this blog going since 2007 and use it to post and store poetry, lyrics and random, spontaneous thoughts on life and everything that comes along with it.

To contact me, please comment on the post in question.