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
~x~
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
~x~
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
~x~
Where real treasures beholds