No one treats you like a human being, so you mimic nothingness, a living doll, a double life in a dystopian world, a prison yard sky made of glass, your madness, not mine, lectured to marry at an early age when you select your own, acres of regret, sadness and sorrow, bitter grief and people posing as window dummies and werewolves, unlovable mannequins and beasts, plastic melting to the marrow, a red and white pulp making puddles at their feet, I'm worse than you think, soft reddened blonde hair and a scent like lilacs in the rain, cold and cruel, calculating and manipulative, fiercely intelligent, war-like, savage, unbreakable, madly in love with past lives and heartache, a bronze statue of a woman, pale light inside all of these urns I have collected, there is no tenderness in me, complex architecture and Russian wires, rusted faucets, in the heart of absolute darkness, you will find me on a wooden dock sitting in the quiet melancholy alone, wild dreams and an unstable reality, I like to watch the ghosts and aliens swim under the black current of water, the night birds and owls watching intently, this is my happiness, it's surrounded by knives and razors, this is a place you cannot go, a place you cannot touch and cannot embrace.