nonsensical

Hollow and breathless,
cheapened and used.
Why am I left feeling this way
when you are still a glittering prize?

Night does wipe a weary smudge of black across the sky,
the same black that I feel in my heart.
Painted and made up,
illusions are such deceptions.

This rainbow connection has fallen apart.
The lovers are shattered,
the dreamers have arisen,
and I am left with bleeding hands.

I am this glass ornament,
nothing more than a decoration for the world.
I am fragile and see-through
and empty inside.

The passage of time is slow
and it makes me weary, cold, afraid.
What remains after the earthquake?
Who will pick up the pieces and rebuild?

Lava flows like a bitter wine,
red hot and seductive and deadly.
Don’t touch or you’ll be burned.
"I learned my lesson the hard way," sayeth the aching hand.

Sleep, sweetly sleep,
for there is nothing else left to do.
Be the master of thy dreams
and the teller of thy tale.