Broken Glass Upon My Soul
It is all vanity, layer after layer, vanity. The mist descends, slow insanity. Reach for grounding, solid, and firm. Embrace, let it go. Deep scars I see and hold. Broken glass upon my soul. It rends me from within. Showing original sin. I beg, I scream, I cry. All is vanity, all a lie. Slowly, the truth is told. Broken glass upon my soul. A heart covered in wounds that bleed. Silence greets me as I weep. In the shadows, I learn to pray. Sealed away, dry as death. Longing to be filled with love's breath. Each day I live, broken glass upon my soul. Each path I walk, broken glass upon my soul. Each breath I breathe, broken glass upon my soul. Each mark I leave, broken glass upon my soul. Healing cannot be without pain. Ignorance holds hands with shame. All is vanity, empty waste. Shadows in the darkness. Snuffing out hope with haste. A soul chained to memories, made weak. Tormented by whispers of hidden secrets and sin. Deep in the abyss, demons grin. Hiding the way to the spark, lif...