Requiem For the Mannequin: Mannequin Series 6

You love skin that cannot feel a mannequin she isn't real. She ripped herself open to find what was beneath her maybe a heart she was hopin’ but, she is a plastic little girl she'll never feel her skin's plastic she doesn't heal, even if it’s drastic. She cut skin away for you maybe then love would mean something more but you left her in the shades of blue was she nothing but your little whore? She is a mannequin lost in the reflection used for her skin of twisted perfection. She peeled back all the layers to find raw red creed to find she had no takers; never knew she could bleed. Don't let her forget you don't love this mannequin make her a regret just wanted her for skin.