The Inner Monologue of a Manikin

Each tear, each drop of blood

When is shed, turns into mud.

Skin rusts under the light of sun

Whoever I talk to turns to run.

It is my curse to be alone

For all my emotions are long gone.

I do not cope with dancing around

My legs are stiff and fixed to the ground

I am cold from inside and out

All I feel is suspicion and doubt

I see the goddess of desire and lust

But I’m just a man with a heart of dust

She has a touch so warm and soft

But she only cares for the clothing I’ve got