mannequin stumbles down a dirty road
her persuer in black
her hatred tenfold

if only she could learn how to breath

stare at a wall
its nothing at all
when your life stretches as far as you can see

tell me a tale
she whispers at death
what point was there to running

he quirks his lips and shakes his head

stitches to tear out
a few coins of gold in her hip
but the treasure he seeks isn't there

into her bosom
pale, unshaken, cold
he pulls out her heart

winner takes all, he's taken it
he's gone

mannequin stands and knows nothing different