Literature
Broken Toy
Never will i forget that day
Your innocent eyes began to decay
Your corpse still beautiful and blue
Your silent brilliance as my hatred grew
All stars aligned
And scars refined
Designed to serve a greater cause
All flaws, false accusations made
We're angels in our death parade
Sister, Sister hear me cry
And the screams of the fillies I've sucked dry
We once were mighty and bright as the sky
But then, oh the horror.. your final sigh
Now i sit here in a shattered room
As countless victims who met their doom
Lay around me, incarnation of gloom
Assume, you will come back one day
Dismay, I am but a broken toy
Now say, am I still your little boy?