For a long time in my life,
I have sought comfort in poems and songs.
To heal wounds and hide scars
feel haven for just a brief moment
Be free of the agony and terror
brought by a brute reality.
Cold and aching, I hid everything,
thinking of fooling everybody with a mask so beutifully painted.
But the heart can only take too much...
So there I layed wasted, crumbling to dust.
Endured the raging trials of life, silently breaking.
Smiling so brighly to hide the aching;
I have felt solitude like no other;
I stayed and watched 'till my heart shattered.
Where do our hearts go, when our chest is too cold for it to be called its home?
Lost in this loneliness, I wandered alone...where do I find you?
I sought peace as if it was air.
Complete,