Playing With Dolls

I see her in the garden
the woman with no face
to wear her skin would not be sin
its bliss and life in my hands
back and forth I pace
waiting to disgrace her body and her mind
with the knife I cut
I just want to fuck and feel the blood caress me
they command it
I don't regret it
my body shakes and shivers
to my hole down we go
to show her my collection