a Statue's ode

i am still n stoned
hollow n empty
i shout i screech
touch me touch me to life
someone fill me with a spirit
give me a beating heart
someone gild me with thy breath
i am wounded but no blood
i have eyes but no tears
someone make me bleed
someone make me cry
but if only did i know your existence is true
the clay that i am made from is 2 parts mud 1 part you