Speaking Porcelin

Inside the mind of porcelain
Hate is breeding deep within

Seeping through my room at night
Killing forcefully all my weakened light

Singing softly to my subconscious mind
Cooing the faults my thoughts once left behind

Enticing me to gift wrap my razors
Inside the sent of your crimson that savors

The idea of you resting eternally peaceful in a casket
Because you called her merely plastic

A long lived soul deep inside a materialistic object
Sharing ideas with me on a corpse filled project