Of Porcelain and Steel
February 8th, 2008
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Cast into rising embers and molded until ready
Left out to the cold, alone, bare and shamed
Painted and primed with graphitti and glamour
Sown into a tomb of layering lace and lustor
Shaped and malformed to adhere the desires
Encased in solitude and serenity until stolen
Carried in the arms of strangers and sinners
And they called me Raven

Without a father or a place to call home
Robbed of a future, past, and present evermore
Lifeless in a corner with dust covered deep
Moonlight leaving expressions blank and empty,
still illuminated eyes tell a story of darkness.
Here, sitting, waiting, and longing for you
Wishing for the day the mask becomes real
Now they called me puppet

Violated by the hands of the many who cared not,
in fists I was twisted and lost all but my soul
My tresses pulled past all points of suffering,
Torn straight from thy being to never return.
No one questioned why I still wore that smile
For it meant so very little to all who saw it
Time told I was gathered amongst the forgotten
Now they called me nothing

Taunted so mercilessly by the generations
Abanddoned time and time again in a cycle
Freedom lay fallen into the eternal fire
Back to the beginning and all to be recalled
Shattered and ruined as the years expire
Hideous and imperfect in pieces of my pain...
Who could have known it would be now
When you called me Raven once more?