She lies in ruins
as a porcelain doll
who was shattered by your hate.
Pieces lay scattered upon the floor
and crunch beneath your feet.
This was the only way to be with you she said
her wish was mad
the die was cast
then perfection she became.
Dolls of porcelain
are beautiful to see
this we know to be true.
This girl that wished herself a doll
relayed only two words in death: