We are like obsidian-
We burst from the heated, molten caves
then cool quickly. Back to our blackened graves.

Look within and you will find no crystal waves.
Hard and brittle, glassy and smokey.
Crepuscular hunger and fallen knaves.

Dark eyes that just stare and stare.
Words that carve their ways through flesh.
Opaque glass, that we cannot see through, or bare.