Fractured Subsistence.    (collaboration of Shaman & Gigi1978)

They see me as alive 
But I have no feelings 
I get complimented on my looks 
But what is beauty? 
When I'm held and spoken to,
It's like I'm adored 
Sitting on a pedestal for hours on end 
Into the dead of the night 
When all is asleep 
But I'm stirring within, 
Brushing off the dust 
Finding my feet, 
Searching for clues to a life 
I have no idea that I'm living in

Made of a shell that I can see
Yet, what’s found within
Well, that’s a mystery
There’s no one I can ask
Who can guide me
I’m labeled a lifeless soul
I go unnoticed
Find no solace
As a thing to be owned
Rather than a being
To be loved
Though I weep
I shed no tears
The invisible pool
Wells up inside
As I take the plunge
To discover who I am
I drown within myself

I’m a face duplicated 
Frozen, in this gaunt pose 
Stuck in a frail dress
Yearning to be free 
I cannot die 
But I am already dead at the roots 
I know now, I 
Come from a land 
Of the unborn 
Shipped out to be bought 
Traded, sold 
Everything around me 
Has been upgraded 
But I always stay the same, I 
May just be a tad bit faded
Tattered from neglect

I am bound to this
Existence
Though it is not mine
I’ve become stale but, I
Cannot age
I beg for my own demise
In the lonesome watches
Of the night
Not a whisper answers my plea

Carry me away O maker
Flay the falsified flesh
From my carriage
Place me
In a burning pit
With my recycled kin
Let me be done with this
Cursed existence

For what is it
To broken
That I can no longer stand
My own image
And I turn in disgust
At others like me?
Find a peace for me
Please
In some life other than in this
Fractured subsistence