Doll House

Few times have i been able to see through the
craziness we call life, its way of diminishing
and the light of its wake.
We are all its dolls, and she plays us like a
little girl would her barbies, she gives us everything
only to take it all away with a smile on her
beautiful devious face.
For years we are hers and we are her favourites,
but like everything, the moment comes when she gets
bored with her infant games and passes us down to her
little sister, death, who startes a whole new game.