Ragdoll

He's happy with his new ragdoll
Such a pretty little thing,
Even when he throws her around
He knows how to pull her strings.

The threads that reveals a cotton soft
Heart, with buttons starting to cover,
Making it cold, plastic and hard
The change resulting from her lover.

At first a doll beautiful in perfect
Condition, straight out of the box,
Now lays down torn in the corner
Staring at the endless broken clocks.

If she could move she'd turn the
Handles, with the hope she'd go back,
To a time when they were happy
Playing, a time before the attacks.

It seems the ragdoll lost her charm
When she lost her vibrant colour,
Or maybe it was the broken buttons
Or that her padding was not fuller?

Or that her stitches had become loose
Her threaded dress is faded?
Is that why he throws her around?
Does she deserve to be left so degraded?

He got bored quickly and started to
Pull the threads stitched around,
She was slowly falling apart as each
Day, he threw her to ground.

He pulled at woollen hair
Clawed at her threaded dress,
Pulled off button eyes
Leaving the poor ragdoll in stress.

A ragdoll left in a corner
Button heart now broken in two,
As he know leaves for another leaving
Her cold, dead she's left black and blue.

Now again happy with his new rag doll
Such a pretty little thing,
Even when he throws this one around
He knows how to pull at her strings.

New doll to play and toy with
Something else to rip apart,
Now just another ragdoll left
Alone broken in the dark.