A
The piles of clouds escort the rain,
Hailstones fall like bombs.
The way is known but steps are pain,
Wind resents and storms.
The girl in coat with collar up,
Suitcase in her hand.
From sorrow lake she made a sup,
Taxi beeps again.
The car cuts off the view of sky,
Leaves the past behind.
Enough forgive, no reason why,
Truth she can't abide.
Ch:
Restart, you heart,
Sometimes it needs a voltage touch.
Restore, your soul,
From bottom to the very top.
U was empty like a hole,
U was guilty and so small,
U had noone to condole,
Maid for maggots - wind-up doll!
B
The golden ring was just mistake,
Temples' throbbing hard.
Lewd man adorned the role he act,
Now she plays her part.
She paces hall of airport,
Ticket gifts new life.
A cosy seat, so chummy world,
Knot was meant to rive.
Wind-up Doll
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2016
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