All the pain I hold so dear,
Comes awake in one unnoticed tear.
And all the things I once could love,
Are taken by some hands above.
Of everything that keeps in shadows,
Only few can bear the marks.
Telling whispers, Silver shatters,
Only you can hear the harps.
Remoresful emotions, always drifting,
Filling unkown recesses of my mind.
A cold, burning acid, never lifting,
Cauterises the wound, so I can't die.
So tired of constantly searching,
What puts an end to the emptiness inside?
The dream worlds I live in are merging,
And I've yet to stop the ghosts that I hide.