Even the dolls bleed…next to you…

The real life story’s
repeating all the time
fights, pains so deep
cutting through your heart
till it becomes lifeless
hardened from their words,
stabbing you every time they open their mouth.
Their tongues are sharp knives and your heart cant stop bleeding
even dead, its still bleeding.

Walls around you -closing
soaked in tears you shed during your lifetime
pressing down upon you
Even the dolls bleed from their empty eyes
decomposing into parts that no one can glue back together.

Even the dolls bleed next to you

They…so cruel black are their eyes
made of glass reveal no soul inside.
black hole instead of a heart.
Robots.
Don’t expect they’ll break down before the punishment, they’ll kneel
          down asking for mercy
but shall find no mercy.

Walls around you -closing
soaked in tears you shed during your lifetime
pressing down upon you
Even the dolls bleed from their empty eyes
decomposing into parts that no one can glue back together.

Even the dolls bleed next to them.

This is not the end
maybe for them not for you
you will rise up, and be a vector, and they-victims of their own actions
It has nothing to do with you justice comes for everyone, Yes and you
          too, but you are clean and
don’t have to be afraid its over for you.
punishment starts only for monsters
His power turn them into dolls
it is their turn to cry…to bleed their eyes out…
Dolls that bleed…Even the dolls bleed next to them…

 

Martina Rimbaldo is a 29 year old women who lives and works in Croatia. She always wears a pen and a notebook in her purse in the case of a sudden inspiration in order to write it down. Her work is published in Nightingale &Sparrow, the sage cigarettes magazine and her artwork is published at weekly blog of Royal Rose Magazine, her photographs are waiting for publication in Bleached Butterfly and Anti heroin chic .Loves to paint abstract paintings, read religious books, watch horror as well as old movies. Her goal is to be a good person.