Stone Face
Colder than a winter gale
As empty as a canvas
Pale and lifeless like a cadaver.
Deader than winter leaves.
Like writing on an epitaph
it speaks of what they once was
And what's died inside.
And what's left.
Eyes like Carols from repulsion
Fragile like glass
Hollower than a doll
Nothing seems to be anymore
Awake feeling like your still dreaming
Nothing seems real anymore
Copyright © Matthew Webb | Year Posted 2015
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