Pushing Pins.

Pushing pins in your favourite doll.
Feel her skin protest then give way.
Give way to abuse. She likes it.
It drives her crazy to be dominated.
But she's just a lonely doll.
Do you wonder why she lets you hurt her?
Guilt trains her mind
Into thinking she deserves this.
She can't speak, her lips are sewn.
She can't move, her body is limp.
She can only look at you.
Then when you leave
She can only look at her bruises.
Yellow and purple, green and blue,
The only proof of the harm of you.