Doll EyesA Poem by {someone:.:unknown}have you ever looked at someone, noticed their eyes, then look away? all either follow or lead, the Doll Eyed people are the ones with no real identities.
Sneak into the theater.
sneak into a chair. enjoy the show which they perform with care. grind your teeth or clench your fists. they grin while going down their lists. they won't stop performing, until they get their applaud. of course their little audience is struck with awe. but i know... i know their secrets. i know their sins. into their eyes my own soul pins. they know we watch them, kindness isn't here any longer of their own needs, they grow fonder. i am not their ally but i will eternally care for them, with no description behind it. Their doll eyes are always lit. their doll eyes are filled with desires... finally the theater goes up into fires. everyone's screaming, everyone's running all except those doll eyed people, they are only humming. i'm still in my chair, watching carefully, biting my tongue. "we are the Doll Eyed people, into our world, you enter. at the end of our play, you will suffer the consequences. at the end of our play you will, burn into ashes." humming. staring. swaying. burning. breathe in the flames. they look into our eyes. they are the Doll Eyed People. © 2010 {someone:.:unknown}Author's Note
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1 Review Added on December 17, 2009 Last Updated on December 27, 2010 Author{someone:.:unknown}inside my own lost soul, INAboutSo i'm a womanly person that enjoys the simplicities of life. i love looking through antique shops, i'm a huge cuddle bug, although i act like a toughy sometimes i still like being treated like a girl.. more..Writing
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