Faraway Dreams

All around me, there is life.
All I see are faces of death.
Make me think of a newfound wife-
Better yet, her last breath!
The thought of red
Fingerprint trails,
A small baby's head,
Nothing fails.
Three times the pain,
One hundred screams
Of a non-existent name
Formed by faraway dreams.
As if a stale whisper calls,
The feeling sinks in.
A heavy ten-foot doll
Looms over with a grin.
It's hand stretches out,
Waiting to envelope mine
And I have no doubt
That this is a sign.
One hundred screams
Of agony and suffering
Formed by faraway dreams
Of the doll still hovering...