The devil's dollhouse

 The Devil's Dollhouse

Shattered near the fusion of fairy wake,

We two broke the daylight and off lead our tracks,

Beneath the bottle of turned out vintage world,

We saw the passages of breaking plastic towns,

Drowning near the dollhouse of half dreamt dreams,

The devil made one near it's deeds,

Praying outside the brushed bruises of burnt buildings,

One lives to just stay , other lives to survive ,

As the devil allow noone to really ever dream,

Boston's sun over my sideview kicks,

Vegas dreams where my shoulder hits.

To all my deadly dears ,

Dancing with all their hands in pocket with fears,

Judgemental over the talks and decisions of peaches and pearls,

My mind in my head with a bow stuck in it,so near,

Feeling to fall over the flaw of failure bear,

Crying to break my vein and pain to disappear,

Who should we trust and who should we let interfere?

If all are  nearly & neatly hard to believe and adhere,

Who should we fall into and who should we talk to about our days, month and  past years?

When no one one care , 

As I live in the devil's dollhouse of death even lived dare.

 Forks and spoons designed over our plates,

Spices and salt added to our falling tastes,

Branches and bruises withered in our hates,

Plastics and papers crowned to our fates,

T-shirts and tank tops added to our wardrobe gates,

Pens and protectors panelled  to create,

Maternals and paternals meeting like age old mates,

Words and verses fighting to get auctioned at right rates,

Pigs and pigeons found on a lion's date,

Me and him kissing each other lips, but we still reached their late.

 Bells of blue and black moving across the church's nextdoor,

Crimson crystal found on the fast paced floor,

Clouds of closed opinions and content-left cause is asked more,

How come do you think this is we all are here for?

How come do you Settle down to this home decore and a mediocre war?

How come would we all held our heads downs at twelve or at twenty four?

How come could we let our bones bleed without letting our blood pour?

Wherever this goes , this cannot go onshore or outshore ?

But how could you eat this tasteless criticisms of audiences or,

You are really here , thinking deep down, that this is what you are really made for, you are here to explore.

But plans never go so planned  as always ,

As  cats are never caught cheating on their masters ways,

Like black never seem so dark when the vision of depression stages,

But the truth remains the same and would remain always the same , anyway,

As sherlokes holmes could  never be decieved in his detective ways,

So heroes can never be dominated down to change  what they really crave,

So how would the devil change and erase?

And how would the doll live out of her house to trace,

But we all know that we are out there to play our games till the last stage ,

As the doll has already departed her house and bequest it to the devil of will and wait , on the very last judgement day ...

Leeza