Standstill: A Mannequins World

Behind breath fogged glass, lifeless eyes stared,
Down upon a world, that never really cared,
Childish hands lift, and set gently upon the glass,
Knowing not of their future, or of their past.

A mighty door swings open, and I walk in,
Out of the freezing air; into a world of sins,
The ceiling is high, and lights are burnt out,
An echoing voice cries after a child shouts.

Making my way over to the kid behind the glass,
He hasn't noticed any person, who's walked past,
I placed my hands upon the window while looking at him,
Then shifting my gaze to look outside, nothing was the same.

For the shortest second, everything was still,
Oh, if looks could have killed.

My stare was frozen to the world outside,
Love was menacing, part of my heart died,
And all too soon I was in a different spot,
Looking up at the girl beside me, my hands were caught,
I couldn't pull them free of the windows' grasp.

The streets were breathing a different beat,
Less sentimental, it made me weak,
The sky was colorless and the air was bland,
People walked by ignoring me, as if I was their biggest fan.

I tried to move and scream and shout,
I wanted to leave this place, I wanted out,
Reflected in the foggy glass,
I glimpsed myself, my future and past.

The warmest voice spoke, and it came from my lips,
I didn't make the realization because I knew I couldn't move,
The lady beside me, stopped and looked down,
The look of utmost horror upon her face.

She took a step back, prepared to run away,
I tried to reach for her but she was too far,
All I managed was to give her one more sentence,
"Why? Why won't you stay?"

"M-monster!" she stuttered before leaving me alone,
I never understood what I meant, when I spoke those words,
But when being this little boy I wish I would have heard,
"It's not my life that has become absurd…"