Mannquin Me

These crosses we bear concealed in mad smiles

Our bodies these husks so withered and dry

We swallow our tongues and choke all the while

Our faces masked til the day that we die


Complacent sheep are so crippled and lame

Placid and pretty til I'm grey and old

Too blind to see that we're all just the same

Too dumb to scream til I'm dead and cold


Posable dummy though lifelike is numb

A drugged up and whored out human Barbie

The striking beauties all leave me so dumb

Shred the illusion, let truth be set free


When blood spills from flesh what will I feel?

If I feel pain will it mean that I'm real?