Voodoo Doll

Sitting on a shelf Made of stories never told I only have myself And these lies made of gold Lifting me in the air he pulls at my tender arm My skin dull and fair Seized by precious harm Floating in this space He toys with my limbs Enjoying my painted face And the light..as it dims.. Panting in the sky With diamonds made as stars He scrambles my insides And pushing in too far Laying on his bed Tears act as a sheet Burned deep into my head Memories that make me weep Dressed a voodoo doll If I'd ever fall I'd have to save myself...