THE SILENT MANNEQUIN

U look at me, ogle at my plasticity
Admire my panache
My over flowing feminity
My glassy eyes, my reddened lips
My blond hair, my unreal hips
Intrigue you, makes you take a stand
And have a look
You look into my eyes
And all you can see are the
Fabrics and silk that adorn
My carcinogenic being
And you call me PLASTIC????
My four-walled glass chamber
Is bigger than your four cornered earth
That you claim to have possessed
And ravaged at your will
And you call me PLASTIC still???

You scream when you are hurt
You bleed at being cut
You curse when you are mad
You sigh when you are sad
But I just stand and stare
Watch you try and hide
Your dismantled fidelity
Behind the dark shades of fake loyalty
and desires that are too voyeuristic
And you call me PLASTIC……

You have ceased to live
And now you just live to cease
And wait until you vanish
Into the promised land of nothingness
And I stand as a silent witness
To the erroneous software
You prefer to call LIFE
Your processed thoughts are in oblivion
And your synthetic mind
In a never ending coma
And I still stand in my four-walled glass chamber
Waiting for you to wake up
And take my place in my world
For you are what I once used to be........
A plasticized being
a silent MANNEQUIN....