My spoilt doll lies in my room
As she awaits for her dead groom
Her shattered body keeps a smile
She lost her eyes; her hair’s defiled
She longs to live; she wants to see
She tried to steal my sight from me

I keep her locked inside my room
I’ll conceal her sometime soon

My tainted doll sleeps in my room
She stays inside her blackened tomb
Her damaged arms cross her chest
In obscurity may she rest

My broken doll lives in my room
Her bleeding neck smells of perfume
She slit my wrists with a tarnished knife
Filched my two wounded eyes
And gladly took away my life
Might I tell you why she did
Given that tomorrow she will be my wife

 
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