I see a manufactured doll on the train living out her doll-like life reading a mag - filling her pretty pink mind with manufactured thoughts mascara on her lashes, cheeks brushed slightly with rouge quite lost in doll-like dreams I guess at existential qualms lost in her vacant gaze and start a wry smile on my face like ivy matted thick on walls a thick makeup of some life desired grows over her stifled self a self so lost, buried so deep there's nothing now behind those eyes at least, no hint of worth to me and then, lost in this thought, I'm caught contempt reflected back at me as her gaze traps my gaze on her there it is - some strange look she gives some strange freak she thinks I am with stripes shaved in my beard I feel... feel like some blight, untidy and offensive stain upon her neat and tidy world the mere existence of my self-invented kind violates her doll-like soul so she averts her eyes to save from seeing this thing that is not made for her her eyes transfixed now on herself, reflections of a perfect form how could she love one more than her? reflecting in the window she sits beside herself a clone beside a clone and in my mind, I penetrate into her soft facade - her liquid center oozes forth |