As I lay awake,
People stand there,
Always watching,
They take pictures
And stare at me in awe.
I wonder why?
I have always been here,
Seeing new faces and old ones..
Little kids try to touch me,
Their fingerprints left on the glass.
Why did they remove me from my home?
I was surrounded by beautiful darkness..
Then taken out of my bed and put on display
I know I can't move..
My skin has dried up
Clothes rotted away
I am just a homesick corpse...
Waiting to return to my tomb
