Peel my skin back
Gaze at the images lying inside
Shattered shards of tears to reflect the fading light of hope
A weakened pulse to send them sliding through shredded veins
Take a look at my heart…
What do you see?
A patchwork ball of clay for you to mold?
To break and rebuild as you see fit?
Or maybe a protective casing of ice to keep you out
A mind that’s nothing anymore
Gone as the days with you
Shut down to spare a fragile being the images you created
Emerald, depthless eyes no longer sparkle for you
They simply observe
Glazed over in the mindless serenity of the madness you inflicted
A soul that’s cut and mangled beyond repair
Shredded by your razor edged lies and barbed accusations
Once bright as the midday sun
Now forever captured behind a fog of confusion and agony, it lies bleeding
Rusty stains of dried blood decorate the walls every night
A silent tribute to our battles
© 2006 Muse
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