VALLEY OF THE DOLLS

All these times I’ve waited

Displayed my trust and then

A lonely trip across the valley

Memories crowd this tightened space

Had we just begun not the killing pain

These silent halls are passing

Leaving me alone

To face an hour filled with fear

Staring out, their blank faces

One question asked: “Are you the dolls?”

Hours before the dawn

There’s no light

The moon buried under blackened clouds

Sweaty palms and an empty bed

A thirty- foot lonely hallway

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 1998, all rights reserved