Model in plastic without a soul

Eerie feelings rushing through me,
Of fear and dread filling my senses,
Looking into the eyes, gateway to the soul,
Supposedly as they say, into their minds,
Outta shell, without any traces of flesh,
Made from plastic, no living cells,
No senses or feelings are felt from plastic,
Looking into the empty holes,
Where the eyes are supposed to be,
Only two black empty holes,
Looking at death straight, face to face,
Looking further down, shivers down my back,
Now I know the feelings of being freaked out,
Now I know, what death feels like.

Written by Tan Nguyen
3rd of December 2015

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