Coppelia

Coppelia

A soulless marionette.
A doll of lies
And facades. Yet my body,
This vessel, it tries
To live
To feel
To breathe
To bleed.

And you old puppeteer
Who breathed life into me.
The undead, now resurrected,
Yet I wasn't meant to be
Alive.
Inside
I'm empty,
So empty.

Not flesh. Not human.
Not dead. Not living.
No heart for pain and tears.
No mind for dreaming
Of heaven
Of love
Of life,
Oh! Life.

Beauty, I am not!
A tool, I'll always be!
No will to call my own!
Why did you animate me?
For me?
For you?
For whom?
FOR WHAT?