Let me show you,
let me tell you,
     about my broken soul.
Muted colors faded together,
dead flowers rising through the dirt,
with a poisonous stream running down
     the mountain I have yet to climb.
A sky of blackness,
no constellations to tell that stories
     of battles won and battles lost.
Heavy clouds touching the ground,
with ****** rain to feed the grass,
     the water to keep myself alive.
The beauty my soul once was
can be seen through the fog
     if you can create that fantasy.