What's behind the eyes of a doll?

Nothing, plastic... maybe even a soul?

The uncanny valley makes me think of these things

Though I know from the bible, that is a sin


Their beauty is haunting

To some even daunting

As they stare ahead into the empty space

I'm happy they not alive, I think I would die

If they moved their body or their face


A type of treasure, the Egyptians died with

Their golden artefacts filling their death wish

I have to let go of my beautiful dolls

If I hope to save not theirs – but my very true soul


Where real treasures beholds