Dead Rag Doll

Dead things in a dead world,

Dead people in dead places.

Dead little rag doll, alone in her room.

The puppet master loves his dead rag doll,

As he controls her strings.

Rag doll, finding life, in a dead world,

The life girl, does not care for the little dead rag doll,

And she kicks it away, a broken toy.

It seems the life girl has no words for me.

Broken, dead little rag doll, how can you cry?

You have no pain here, in your broken, dead life.

"I love the life girl she gives me warmth,

But the life girl does not care for broken little toys."