My heart is a glass ornament,
You are an ice pick.
The shards beneath our feet-
They are the pieces of my fragmented dreams.

I do not know reality,
My silence is my pain.
I find no comfort any longer,
I'd rather sleep again.

Show me ice cold solitude;
A blanket of neutrality.
Pause the sorrow and the ache,
Capture me in one clear burst of illumination!

A foreign land,
A foreign fate-
A catastrophic end.