See the blank and coldest face
Dust sewn into dark lids of eyes,
Poised in angles of little-girl grace.

Old fashioned clothes so out of place,
I fear my porcelain angel lies,
See the blank and coldest face?

Her painted smile I must erase,
Her insolence brings me to despise
Poised angles of little-girl grace.

I see her now to be a disgrace
Choking out the silent lies,
See the blank and coldest face.

Hair intricately braided lace,
I destroy her bold disguise,
Poised in angles of little-girl grace.

Her limbs are the flawless base,
I tear them weak, then go to rise,
See the blank and coldest face,
Poised in angles of little-girl grace.