Psychosis

You sick little doll,
May I fix you?
I’m going to rip off your head,
lay you to rest in a dirt bed.
Oh please don’t scream
You make such a lovely dream.
May I have this dance
Who cares about your broken stance.
Shall I keep you?
Or kill you?
A headless doll,
Not good at all
How’s the dirt?
You say it hurt
Did it?
Oh shit.
I guess you were human…
…After all
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