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