They always seemed to have different expressions
When one would look at their hollow faces
A sad face blushing
A nervous smile
And unto them
Was a great multitude
Of a sweet melancholy
They could not give a sign
From a cold era lost in oblivion
Would they melt as
Ice in lukewarm rain?
In their eyes
A world without end
An artificial life
A silver dusty shine of motionless skin
Without questions, answers, and end
Without original sin
They stood there lost
In dim artificial lights
They,the unspeakables
Formed without human shortcomings
Born without human faults
They always seemed to have dfferent expressions
When one would look at their hollow faces