Mannequin

Painted creation by power's hand,
living on a fragment of hope,
errand boy to my taskmaster's whip,
loyal defender unto gold
spokesperson to inspire obedient.

Just a mannequin to the system,
mind and body dying from the lack of honesty,
inside I hate the survival without love or passion,
rotting in happiness,
core of my pulse stagnant, tear stained and empty.