Satan's Little Doll
Who is that calling my name,
calling me into a life of shame
moving my arms, hands and face
making my heart pound and my body race.
Telling me it feels the best
better than all the rest
feeding the life of a small child
who's life will only get more wild.
I lay shaking in my bed
while visions of pain play in my head.
I will always respond to his call
for I am Satan's little doll.
To shape and pose how he wants
those nights of hurt leave their hunts.
Walking into that fiery room,
just to meet my ultimate doom.
The hurt and hate cut through my heart
as it did from the very start.
Satan opens his arms,
promising not to cause me any harm.
Don't tell anyone, he would always say,
Why did he touch me that way?
Going through it all
knowing I am only Satan's little doll.
Making my life a living hell
inside screaming,
but outside,
would never tell.
Satan had his way with my body and soul,
my life will never again be whole.
Tears fill my eyes and face,
what he took can never be replaced.
From the day I started to crawl,
I was only,
SATAN'S LITTLE DOLL
