Waiting To Be Remade [mannequin Series 4]

Now that you are gone from here I am all alone my dear The touch that had made me real A ghost of that is all I feel With cold unfeeling skin You crafted me mannequin I was perfect and supine The mastery of your design I ate the fables from your hand That lay me down at your command So now I sit here waiting, perfectly displayed Looking out the glass window waiting to be remade A piece of forever past Sits the mannequin behind the glass.