• Can you feel it pulsating?
    Inside is a heart.
    She thinks without worring.
    Everyone tears her apart.
    Shes nothing more than a little doll.
    An object for your affection.
    She can hear the unseen and foremore.
    Shes nothing near perfection.
    They stick needles in her and watch her twitch,
    Thier twisted enjoyment.
    Ripping her arms and hiding her tears,
    This trigger emplodes on them.
    A gift so unknown
    Is her secret weapon
    It's no doom or gloom...for her
    Only her
    Protection