One more time she said
The euphoria, the ecstasy
a moment of total happiness
an abrupt cliff awaiting

a broken doll, so alone
twisted fear, paranoia
broken doll dance, dance
dance with the dead

confusion maybe, delusion
maybe simply the truth
drops so little drops
rainy day she said

one more time she said
the relief, the rest
one last trip...
to this f*cked up world

confusion faded, just like
an old photograph
passion became obsession
of this life, so jaded

broken doll's last dance
frenetic and desperate
came to an end slowly
slowly turned to dust


I know it's a tad unrelated... just had to get it off my chest

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Midsummer, in the year 58 MA.