Dear dolly,
you always seem so jolly.
I wonder if your smile is pure
Or if you just stitched it as a temporary cure
For all the madness that has been flowing through

Your soul that has never coexisted
with your fabricated flesh
I ponder the way you think
and the reason why you never blink
But you seem to look good in pink

Didn't think you'll love the dark shade of red
splashed through the sheets of a bed
From your blade's sharp end

I wonder who'll you ****** tonight
since the moon is out without a bite