White and red meld with blue and black
A porcelein doll sits on the shelf
Lips forced into a small gentle smile
Devil doll dances and laughs
Pupils cracked, showing a mad glow
Twisting and twining,
Two friends,
The beauty and the beast.
But beneath glassy blue eyes and porcelein white skin,
A mad fire shines, burns, and laughs.
Beneath red skin and mad, angry eyes,
lie the frail beauty of porcelein and glass.