Mark R Slaughter - A Battered Doll lyrics

A red dress for blood spilt, Torn blouse for flesh rent; Ladders in the stockings – A rung for every callous blow landed. Scuffed shoes winked about the kicks – After all, bruise-gorged eyes can't – Just permanently closed. Burning tears were scant warmth Against a chill from ugly cries. Lipstick smudges on the chin to Nullify all vestiges of beauty – Those that constituted rare patches Of purest cream skin, from Days of feminine joy, telling once Upon a time there was an angel… But now, a battered doll.