My trembling egg
In black attire
Is beaming light of thousand stars.

It's fragile shell
I have admired
And held so tight against my heart.

The role of you is undecided
Too young to know
Too old to live.

You've never brought
Enough excitement
For that I squeeze you in my palm.

My little eggshells
Are much like diamonds
Spread out across your filthy hearts.