DOLLS AND DARKNESS

When the sky does dark, it cries and pours, but what happens
when we go dark;
do we cry and pour too;
pour blood?
blood that'll run streets and sea's red?

Lives stand dull midst the darkness,

Confined to their little selves!

everyone locked within the narrow

walls------

Locked like dolls in shelves.

Neither antiques nor mannequins on

they're all stupid, shallow and dead

little beings

who believe in playing wicked games.

There's the man who crawls and slithers,

he cuts their throat while they sleep.

He slithers through their narrow,

unseen pipes

and leaves his filthy skin to sleep.

There's a woman whose eyes are hollow,

you can see her flesh and bone;

she's bawled out her heart through her 

eyes

and now is nothing but stone.

You can see through all these eyes you

see,

and each is blind you'll see.....

there's darkness out there to get us all

there's nothing left in this world to be.