I'm just a ball-jointed doll
Intestines holding me together
Cracks can be fixed, limbs replaced,
Make sure its all stable or I will fall apart
No part of me is original anymore
Every single bit has been replaced
Change me to be who you want
Change me to be something loveable
Just something to be used, broken, and toyed with
No regard for my wellbeing
Dismember my body
Somehow rotting while I’m still alive
Ichor flowing through my anatomy
The grotesque ‘blood’ leaking through the cracks
I draw on the ground with the paint of my insides
Painting a picture of your love for me
Beat my head in
Watch my useless brain spill out
Hang my decaying body up by my limbs
And use me as your Marionette
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Made by Bex