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.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
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.