glass hearts shatter
and life goes on like it doesn't really matter
and i wonder if it's possible to withstand
the frightening pain of the pounding hand
the darkness consuming from within
suffering eyes
burning plastic skin
breathe it in
breathe it in
cough and spit the blackened blood
from your lungs decayed from the flood
of chemical air passed on through years
a brutal gift if they only knew
the haunting face drawn and unknown
the lightless tunnel forever travelling through