Plastic Utopia

Silent Glass
Cold, pale and helpless
Uniform and sillicone
Patiently waiting for orders
The light of heaven
shines brightly on a chosen disciple
As heat rushes in, the glass fogs.
Suspicion sets in,
as flames and cigarettes
pardon their makers,
asking for forgiveness.

Born into a doll's house,
waiting patiently for orders.
Conspiracy enshrouds
late in the night
as might and wisdom
free will
and reality combine.

Looking for tragedy
Only to be under it's grip
without knowing
The heaven's light was shown
as thoughts are silent
and the fog fades away.