its a character for my horror story

She Owns Three Dolls of Blood and Gold.
And forms herself within their mold.
Stripped of sanity and Smile
And Stitching up her mouth and throwing extra in a vile
Used to be a smilling Child
Now is a doll maker gone wild
Like all of us here in the prison
she grew into one insane person
Ripping of heads and sewing together
half of the body of her dolls stuffed with fethers
reattach bolth heads and sew the creast
now only two remain and they're her best