Silhouetted and changing
The flaming splendor
Slowing hiding behind the horizon.
Dusk falls - it's brilliant.
The sky is immense
Beyond the stars.
It's limitless, timeless, infinite,
Yet simple and cold - empty.
Picture surgery in a doll hospital
Cracked eyes, broken seams.
Their quality of life is fake,
Not a shred of truth -
Their eyes cannot see the sky.
The sky, so true, is eternal and vast.
And those cracked eyes,
On those bed-ridden dolls
Will never see themselves
In the glorious sunsets
And endless night skies.
