Resting cheaply... Breath baited, barely moving for fear of waking, desturbing eyes tracing, learning, absorbing aqueducts of wasted tears. Soft hair stroking smooth skin, shiny, plastic set perfectly features easy, relaxed, at peace smiling soulesly... Gentle breeze, lifting soft chiffon ruffling linen, baring beauty showing honestly, lifeless splendour wasted egoistic perfection. Oh, resting one, sleeping soundly were you dead, I could explain feeling so distant, unfeeling, numb so ruthlessly disecting. Was it death, who made you common Could I still accept it, but, 'tis you who made you cheap with senseless, mindless self absorbsion...
- Chris