Mannequin

A lowly being so simply designed

Pondering at life with a thoughtless mind

Just a puppet with broken strings

Who lost your way in the rush of things

Too pitiful now… on your own

You’ve lost your light, will and home

So go away now… you won’t miss a thing

Just gently fade away with the wind.

 

Still you linger… you hopeless sin

You fight and fight, but never win

Still looking through your fickle eyes

Why does that with no will refuse to die?

Just a statue of flesh and bone

Fated to stand there, forever alone

Misshapen and plain, so aesthetically flawed

Will your soundless screams make it to God?

 

May the crooked road give you a sign

Before you lose the words you need to rhyme

Stand right there as you’ve always been

Bound to disparity, with ageless seams

Paint a look on that featureless face

As you wait forever here in this place

Waiting here outside of time

Until you find another soul… as hapless as thine.