The Doll (her sin)

out the window this soul could see,the distant sky, the paromount trees.
a sadness develouped from the passion within
the aching of her body
the lust as sharp as a pin

a longing
a temperd feeling
a notion under pressure
a desire that can not be tressured

her fantasys
her exspereinces with him
are not but dreams
and are sure sins

she feels as a doll
numb but can see it all
motionless she sits
and dreams he will come

these feelings she has
has taken there toll
a need for salvation
as her lust takes hold

as the season grows older
her needs grow deeper
her fantasys more sinful
self-plessure less pleasureful

and the want of his venom
the thought that she cant
was taking its toll
as the passion withen
never seeced to flow

farevers a long time
to seek a shared moment of happyness
but all is lost
as her soul falls
condemed to not hell nie heaven

so bent fast and forlorn
dignity is past
she sits on her shelf
a porceline figure
the doll whos passion cost

the darkest desire
her wicked mind could fathom
was the torment she felt
as she lay motinless
starying away....waitng for him, her sin.