I’ll be your next victim,
Oh 1.99 $ doll!
Undress my skin of Life
till my anatomy
and my traumatize soul
can be sold separately
with proof of purchase.
I don’t care much
if I finish in a casket
or in a dusty shoebox.
Simply drain my flow
and let the ravens
nestle into my soul
as they plant seeds
that sprouts vast field
of mourner’s roses.
Oh 1.99 $ doll
set me free
and force me
to endure,
to suffer,
the pain
of a million lives
so I can finally know
what it means to live.