Galatea

Oneiroid Psychosis

You're my little girl

Your little dress

Your little curls

I place your hand

On my beating heart

I whisper to you

We must never part

You look at me

With your big blue eyes

Always hiding behind

A synthetic disguise



With your porcelan skin

And your plastic hair

Conversation can not be shared

Your lips never move

And your heart does not beat

But I'll still hold you

Close to me



In my dreams I hear you speak

The light in your eyes

In days you would sleep

No one else would ever believe

But I know you know

I know you sleep