What's your favorite color?
Green? My eyes are green.
You think they're pretty?
I like yours more. Brown.
Let's switch, shall we?
Grab the nearest spoon, I'll look for a bowl.
Sit down at the kitchen table, grab a towel.
Keep 'em wide open, don't blink.
Ignore the blood gushing down your cheek.
Stretching the socket, ripping the chord.
Tears mixed with blood, it's a cute look on you.
Sit up straight, open the other one.
Don't make me rip off your eyelids, too.
Good girl. Hold still, just like that.
Cheeks drenched red, unable to breathe,
you're the perfect doll just for me.
But dolls are weak, they bend and break.
I'll take your eyes as keepsakes.
Disposed, used and abused.
Wash yourself up and stop crying.
