When the pain goes away you feel at peace, you feel like a tomb and into each tomb rain will fall, invisible stars during the day, lamp-lit stars at night.
You drift through this ocean of glass-flames like glowing ice-clouds waiting to collide. You can't be gentle, you can't show mercy and tenderness, an obscure kindness that NO ONE deserves.
Millions of eyes like flies, millions of tongues and shape-shifters, you have no idea what you are. Every time you speak, I can't look at you, it must be hard for you to say, I can barely hear you, life in bloom, I can barely hear you, my face is like porcelain and you do not see it, you do not see me.