And then you said please die,
It's back to black, we closed our eyes
Never grew fonder, never locked lips,
Try cuddle this thought until it sleeps.

Mirros and chords and sharp cutting edges
From all of this mess the Broken emerges,
Feed on regret, it never hungers,
Choose not to feel, when the heart ponders.

Spill all the brilliance on wings too meek
For it is not grace but horror they seek,
To unfulfill and to undo the blame,
Inherit the guilt, the solace, the shame...

Into the spiral, we spin as we go
Never we learn, never we know