O mantle eternally tiring, Heaping grief on grief, Her sheltered, guarded heart. Her teeth were accidental stars. Naked and terrified. A bestial, no human life. Accursed, cold, and heavy, The ashes of dead fire. A finished work requires No resurrection. Naked and terrified, A bestial, no human life. I'll gather the pieces, Mend them, and wander Through a sky of weighty decisions, Drowned in its thin veneer