Stuck inside cold glass
Stands a slave to love, present and past
You know it all
All that he could find
Was the walls to a place he didn't belong to
That he could not mind
Now he spirals through the spaces
Many hearts within his suitcase
Go on
Empty and tired
Body and the soul
Cast down among the frozen trees
Blood spattered among the leaves
Crack a window, bring the cold
If hearts are made of glass
All that he is left with is the ash
A fallen, broken king with shattered wings
And no words left to sing
What is empty was once a home
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
Stuck inside cold glass
Stands a slave to love, present and past
You know it all
All that he could find
Was the walls to a place he didn't belong to
That he could not mind
Now he spirals through the spaces
Many hearts within his suitcase
Go on
Empty and tired
Body and the soul
Cast down among the frozen trees
Blood spattered among the leaves
Crack a window, bring the cold
If hearts are made of glass
All that he is left with is the ash
A fallen, broken king with shattered wings
And no words left to sing
What is empty was once a home
