shards of glass, a ruptured heart
my pulse, my body, so far apart
thrill seeker, i'm growing weaker
i can sense the pain in the air
turning spines into mush
unaware of the final crush
just lurking in the distance
and oh, frail are the "words" that fall from your lips
muttered under the breath of traitors
but i am no saint myself
i am only a failed representation
of everything i ever wanted to be
so i lay it on my grave
where i give my final bow
kneeling on the splintered shards of all I am.
