Blank eyes that stare into the abyss that holds the worlds most sacred secrets.

Limbs that creak and groan when moved.

Eyes that never close, always watching and planning.

Faces that never move, staying in their locked positions given by their creator.

Hearts left unfinished allowing lost souls to enter with ease.

Skin cracked but never healed.

Hats that lay rested atop their heads.

Clothes put together for winter.

While they watch they stare into nothingness. 

While their hearts leak, the souls of the lost fill the gaps.

Watch out, for they see, but have a heart of broken souls.

That's kinda creepy. I have dolls in my room!