Don't trust... A doll

Blackest bleeding eye,
don't look at me like that...
So many of my cuts are bleeding,
can't choose which one,
to pick at...

You are the boy that I have feared,
The tears of mine, are stained and smeared.

My mother brought me home this boy,
he is my doll,
but never would he be a toy...

He'll tell me what to do today,
like a flying bird,
my blood will drip away.

such a knife again,
back to the start,
he holds out his hand,
and I hand him my heart...

A doll with the blackest eye,
he looks at me,
and I can't cry...

He sees my shameless golden face,
his body stitches,
and his hair of lace.

I hug him dear,
for he is still the one,
who tells me,
I can kill,
so I won't have to run.

His petite little body,
so full of cotton,
his smile,
his grace,
makes his evil forgotten.

Never could he be,
such a better friend,
he could be,
my only defend.

whispering, whispering,
go out and kill,
my spine,
from these words,
gets an unpleasant chill...

I kill for him,
bringing a pool back of blood,
so much I drag back,
starts an uncertain flood.

The cops they arive,
and take me away,
my doll doesn't tell them,
that this was his child's play...

Few years of jail,
come out alright,
I'm gunna find my doll.

And kill him tonight...