If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

Glass

Your skin is plastic,
Your bones glass,
And your heart is elastic.
Oh but alas,
The grass sways,
But it sways without you.
How it betrays,
The old rendezvous.

The glass it breaks,
The feeling is gone,
Your bones begin to shake,
Only, you let out a yawn.
Nothing is the same
As you pull through the pain,
Hearing the name
Echoing through your brain.