Dolls

Dolls are empty, you see.
They do not move, the do not feel
when danger nears they simply posing.

Glass eyes, porcelain hands
broken ribs, structured falls.

Dolls are empty, you see.
When they break apart nothing emerges
no blood, no guts, no glory.

All dolls do is watch and sit
waiting for life to begin
never moving on their own.

Dolls are empty, you see,
With matching eyes and painted lips
all they do is sit and wait.

Hoping, praying
they will wake.

Dolls are empty, you see.
Nothing more than personality
they are 'given'.

Shattered faces still the lights
broken dreams haunt the night.

Dolls are empty, you see.
When did you
become empty too?