it was all going to be better wasn't it?
new year
new brain
you sculpted it just right

it was all going to be better wasn't it?
clean scars
beating heart
your work was good
it even held for a while

it was all going to be better wasn't it?
flowers in my hair
now the beginning
not end
it was perfect
as perfect as you could possibly make it

but the people soon came along, my people (i think)
they melted me, with the heat of their burning bodies
and the fires that we burned into the lungs to make us feel alive

and then they left me alone, out in the cold
with only the piercing words of these icy snowflakes, to keep my body warm
this perfect sculpture you made of me is now all cracked and deformed

they really though i'd be fine (i hope)
but i was faulty from the start

now i am here for the harsh winds of winter
to whisper horrible things into my broken eardrums

and i'm afraid what i am made of will slowly be blown back to you
so that you can make a brand new sculpture out of these shattered pieces of clay