Paper Dolls

[nibbed]

Paper dolls,
cut to please.
In perfect rows,
sharply creased.

Ruin marks the passage of time.
All good things fray,
The end never lies.
Paper dolls fall into decay.

Like a scythe,
the clocks hands reave,
Paper doll heads tumble.
Death;
offers reprieve,
to infinities slow shuffle.

Paper dolls stare,
Cut out eyes that never blink.
Paper dolls do not care.
Paper dolls do not think.

Paper dolls,
cut to please.
In perfect rows,
sharply creased.

Ruin marks the passage of time.
All good things fray,
The end never lies.
Paper dolls fall into decay.

Like a scythe,
the clocks hands reave,                       -I like the use of the word reave here.
Paper doll heads tumble.
Death;                                                -I'd eliminate this semi-colon
offers reprieve,                                     and this comma
to infinities slow shuffle.                      

Paper dolls stare,
Cut out eyes that never blink.               -not sure about "cut out", but I understand the metaphor concerning blindness.
Paper dolls do not care.
Paper dolls do not think.


Interesting poem, brought me back to the days of paper dolls
and stirred up some recent things, too, the last two lines.
A rather sad truth.
Thank you for the read!

-nibbed