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Still and motionless.
Pale and moon-kissed.
I am unmoving,
yet totally aware.
eyes glazed over.
I still see all,
from this pedistal.
Front row seat.
friend of the cold,
stranger to the heat.
I'll see this planet die.
I've seen the earth begin.
I'm timeless,
Noone and nothing,
Will ever touch me again.
With only myself to befriend.
I'm porcelain.
Safe behind the velvet rope.
Slumber in a bed of glass.
Hours and days come to pass.
Dust collects on the surface.
Don't lift up the latch.
I can't risk that.
I'm too pure and fragile.
Too beautiful un-cracked.
I'm to be seen not touched.
Question me don't trust.
In my vampiric stance.
I'm forever and over.
Both heaven and hell.
Forgotten by others,
but remembering all.
Painfully smooth surface.
How can I be real?
Can a statue feel?
If I leak like a saint,
Will you be healed?
I see all, know all too.
What can you give me?
That I haven't already given you.
On the inside looking out.
With nothing to see anymore.
I'm porcelain.
Too precious to hold.
Too fragile to repair.
Too delicate to bend.
Too passive to care.
I'll let you see,
Whatever you choose to see in me.
I'll be here,
Frozen in place.
For all eternity.