The brain is a machine

Cotton covers and frozen tears

A cotton mask on shattered glass
Midnight in color
I'm ripped from the very fiber of your being
Shaking from my soul
Rippling and quivering
Who am I?
Breaking apart and torn from the cuff
Disperse my particles
Empty the prison and unbind my chains
Melt down the manacles from this confined being
Liberate him
Send him to the moon on a ship made of my thread.