.:: Shatter ::.
Whistling in the atmosphere of the dark,
Waiting for the answers though you know they will not come,
Whimpering truth, screaming your lies,
And hiding away with no disguise.
I took it. Ripped it out and ran away,
I use my torment to torture you,
And smash your heart against the wall,
In a thousand pieces we shall crawl.
Depths will stay depths,
And no fire will burn forever,
The wind doesn't smell,
And the rain doesn't whistle.
My scars will bleed forever,
You tried to mend them,
But now I'm using them against you,
And you can't wash away the blood.
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