Is This What Everyone Thinks?

Cold

Quiet

A single tear falls from the glass eye,

Soaking into the imperfect flesh that man craves

Looking into the eyes and seeing pain

Feeling the cold skin and feeling the death

Desolate

Pain

Insomnia overlaps the want for tiredness

Euphoria instead the want to shed a tear

Laughing in lieu of sobbing

Smiling alternative to frowning

Still

Quaint