Pseudo Silk Kimono کے بول

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 scorned A refugee, refugee