My eyes stare up at this sky,
My eyes glare while asking why,
Why this sky can not define,
This design where we're confined.
Plastic sky I wonder why,
Why you hide the one true sky.
Sky please show us some new sign,
Re-align our circumstance.
Right below us some will find,
Demons hide in perfect stance.
Wait to jump and wait to hunt,
What we get is what we want.
We do not like you too much,
We can hurt you if we must.
As we sleep inside this house,
I mean this house inside this house,
You can't keep our anger out,
We'll unleash on danger hour.
At this time the clock strikes twelve,
Look to find that clock struck hell.
Isn't this where we must dwell?
Now you dwell deep in that cell.
Sitting back, looking out,
Windows at the real sky now.
You are trapped, I am out,
And I look like you right now.
'Til we leave, 'til I die,
You will see through plastic eyes.
Who are we? What am I?
Who are you to ask me why?
My eyes stare up at the sky,
My eyes glare as thunder cries.
Author notes
A haunted dollhouse, or whatever else your plastic eyes may see when you read it.
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Very weird, with the same perfect flow and rhythm. At the end you mentioned a dollhouse, very good. I wasn't sure what to take on this, but it was definitely eerie and disturbing, the thought of a plastic, fake sky, the thought of plastic fake lives. Great write.
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It has been far too long since I have read your work.
I love your style. I believe my favourite part has to be
Why this sky can not define,
This design where we're confined.
Plastic sky I wonder why,
Why you hide the one true sky.
A truly marvelous piece.
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I find this very appealing to read... I like the nursery rhyme lilt to it... gives it a sad, remorseful tone with the words you choose. Innocence is never lost just reshaped into a pleading for something more... Nice, delicate write, Nick.
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That was good and creepy, but not rly what I am looking for. Sorry I am being picky.
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i don't like china dolls never have not sure why
they just give me the willy's lol
This is an interesting piece of writing it flowed well and held my attention
keep the ink flowing
fire
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I felt like I was the one with plastic eyes and you were explaining everything to me. I was always afraid of those china dolls myself. Never have been able to sleep in a house that had one...lol
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This made me happy. Even though it wasn't quite happy. It might've been because I enjoyed it.
Very Catchy.
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