Let's tear her clothes
She is a doll , she says nothing,
Okay, she is fine.
Let's scratch her body
She says nothing,
Okay, she is fine.
Now let's cut her hair,
She don't feel
She don't cry ,
Okay, she is fine.
And our fun is over!
Now let's burn her
She says nothing,
Okay, she is fine,
She still smile.

A moment to inhale the truth,
       In the cusp of being damaged,
       And being broken; although lost,
       In the darkest daydreams unto pleasure.

When the brighter hues was tethered,
       On the dark colors of crooked smiles,
       And all that was left is a loud belch,
      Of titters and quiet sobs.