Sitting on a shelf, face frozen in a smile Locked in utter darkness, evil, quiet, vile Silently she weeps, a broken soul behind the guise Torchered eyes unmoving, her painted face all lies Her soft blue dress in ruin, her ribbons falling out Her lonely heart is breaking, the silence screams and shouts Yearning for affection that shall never be recieved Hidden from the world, quietly she grieves A sweet little doll punished for her uncommited sins And forever she is broken with a crack in porcelain skin by Avael Evans