pseudo silk kimono

• marillion sarkisi.
  
  huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
  wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding
  nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears
  safe in my own words, learning from my own words
  cruel joke, cruel joke
  
  huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
  a morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes
  the spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind
  to this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred
  a refugee, refugee.