The depthness of the soul manages to reach
A richness that breathes something good.
That is when the hurt seems to run away.

The soul must just constantly quiet the mind.
Quiet, quiet - my shield. Everything is alright.
You must stop pestering the heart for you are not being rational
And that is driving the heart to dysfunction beyond repair.

Take my pain up to the heavens above and let it flee to nonexistence.
Place the coldness of my thoughts.
How have we all come to this point where we all are full of pain.

Crying only seems to relieve the hurt
But the depthness of the crisis is only widening.

Sometimes separation and isolation
Is the best strategy for a stronger resolution
To such matters as the ruptured, wounded heart.

There is no reconciliation between
What has happened and what it no longer is.
Stepping out of the soul is the only way.