This heart seems as callous as a guitarist's fingertips, slowly hardening with time. Time that passes like honey in an hourglass. This soul is like a hollow diamond casing, imprisoning the building tears and emotions that would suggest I posses a functioning heart. My eyes are as depthless as a mirror, as dull as charcoal and as near sighted as a devious promise. Unable to see what I will to ignore, I see the world through slitted eyes, nearly convincing myself that fear and shame do not exist... Forgetting the scars that decorate my psyche.
How can you be beautiful, If you have an uglyheart? Can youever find closure, If you don'tknowwhere to start? Will you ever find love, If you're afraid of a broken heart? Is it possible to loose yourself,Without first falling apart?
Falling Down... Into a pit less sea of swirling emotions, Deep in blue... Sucked into the undertow, clawing desperately to the surface, Miles away... Immersed in the darkness of the soul, Sinking deeper and deeper... To a place of despair, Where a troubled heart is the anchor that weighs you down.