Baby Doll

I'm like a baby doll
With it's arms severed
The mouth sewn shut
Eyes dazed and glazed
Bound and gagged
A little doll with no freedom

Someone dropped the dolly
Left her in the dirt
Listen to her painful screams
Listen to her hurt

Complacent dreams this dolly has
Vegetating on the shelf
A disposable commodity
Made on production lines
She hazardous to her health

The dolly cries
She writhes in pain
Only to see another day
No future beholds this dolly
And what a doll you really are

She closed her eyes
Sewed them shut
Everyday she hopes she dies
Maybe with a little luck
Drag her through the dirt
Her face gets dusty

Rosy cheeks
Green eyes
Quite a stare
Dark hair
Perfect smile
For just a while
Bloody wrists
Noose drawn
Hold your breath
Then she's gone