I lie alone
In the chilling season
I lie alone
In this bed a marble and glass
Staring up at the ceiling with glassy eyes
Trying to imagine the world from space
It's another planet here
A colder one
Made of marble and glass
With trees of emerald
Tall and proud
Their blood
Still amber
Umber bright
Pointing to a thousand
Constellations in the sky
And a thousand worlds
Just as dead as this
Where I live
My life behind glassy,
Doll's eyes
Alone
And unaccomplished
A damaged,
Battered,
Frozen,
Fleshless
Soul.
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