Can you hear me? Can you hear me live?
Curse so do I this existence of mine.
My lifeless creator of art how dare
that you place a curse so cruel at heart...
Look upon without a voice to speak,
to speak upon a silence to hear.
Hear on the silence in the words of others,
of a curse so cruel at heart to bear.
You hear me? I ask being dumb.
I see you without my eyes to see.
I can't move now, can I?
Oh please let me know on how is it to be free.
Lite me up now, for I have no pain,
a thought so in vanity of you being alive.
I stay there in the sun behind the rain,
Is there no one who can touch me and feel my pain now?
Break free of this glass that surrounds,
like a coffin to live in from the day I was born.
I plead you without a tear to tear my heart,
Oh Burn me now for I want to be alive.
Can you hear me? I ask one last time
as you walk past by, as you look past by.
Do you see the book or do you see the cover,
is this manikin's plead to you my dear brother.
Please Burn me now...I want to be alive...
--A thought process of a manikin with a conscience/life