Collect the ashes
Collect the dust
Collect what has become of us
Until the golden fades to blue
Or any other colored hue
Collect the sweat
Collect the tears
Collect the mortal's silly fears
Until time runs, run running out
Or with the heaven's angered shout
Don't be caught, or you'll see mirrors
Gaze into your own eyes and notice the gears
Turning in your brain
You think, this stupid game
To be quite insane
A porcelain girl holds up the mirror
But look away, turn and steer clear
Shift your eyes to the floor
Littered with glass and gold and more
A broken puzzle, a kind of door
See the ones trapped in the fragments?
Pieces of faces, pushed together in a mural
You see what you wish
As they see you
A person, clouded like a chimney flue
The life you see trapped at your feet
A starry-eyed gaze looks up, and you meet
Do you recognize me?
I doubt that you do
For what I have become, is only for you
YOU ARE READING
All that Remains
PoetryThe girl of paper skin and diamond tears and a glass heart lives and loves and laughs, but what will happen when her skin is torn? Her heart shattered?
