Paper doll blood@my ink.com

Smell me bleed kool aid dreams

cut
out
of a piece of paper
I am
No ones paper doll
Cut up in pices
From a paper cut
I am torn
my flesh barely open
My mind pounds the shore
like salt in an open wound
I only sting and deserve more
A mirage in the desert
A miricle is in the air
I am cut and torn
Not real
I am just lifes paper doll

Bob Jenkens