Dolls


His words are nothing but silence
My heart is his province.
His saltwater eyes hide behind a Glasgow smile.
He weighs his pain on a scale.
It tells a silent tale.
A tale of a soul walking through a valley of broken glass.
I couldn't see his bloody feet.
Untill he drag me down there.
My fingernails bleed as they cling to the rocks of the surface.
"The Toymaker made me." He said with internal tears.

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