Strung up by these threads of hope.
Momentarily I'm sane.
Woken from this twisted night mare,
To only realise that it's still here.
Shifting through the shards of glass.
The box I broke from, exposing things I never knew.
Feeling the pain come flooding back,
Your eyes drop as I hit the floor.
Take it all away,
Drawing images, instead so they will stay.
Forgetting all that made me smile,
It's cold to touch, as am I down to the core.
Tortured on display,
Your touch slowly disappears.
The beating of my broken heart glimmers as the embers die.
The spinning of my head screams to me "say goodbye, say goodbye"
The fists are clenching as your eyes invade me.
Restrictions are what they live by.
Take it all away,
Drawing images, instead so they will stay.
Forgetting all that made me smile,
It's cold to touch, as am I down to the core.
