I warm myself at the hearth of night
I sleep on the mantle of a dead star
My pillow, soft bosom of its rocky heart
No one has ever come to visit me
In my house at the edge of infinity
But there are no rainbow bridges here
Only acres of pain and streams of tears
I eat only what you leave for the dead
My heart beats only inside of my head
No blood to warm twixt skin and bone
No energy fueling my mind or home
Contradictorily I suffer such pain
In the house to which there is no lane
No bridge to bring anyone back to me
And no one who would come here free
So I sleep in caves inside dead stars
To provide a shield against rocky hearts
Only as warm as the night can provide
A hole in the sky with me home inside
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