This time I'll be the stone,
As your paper crumples and folds,
Over my body, you don't need to be strong.
I'm strong enough to hold you,
Until I start to erode.

This time I'll be paper,
As you sharpen your blades.
You can cut me into pieces,
Until your misery fades.
I'm used to this abuse,
I never run out of tape.
I'll put myself back together,
And pretend I was never severed.

This time I'll be scissors, trying to cut through your stone.
As your rocky exterior holds back your very soul.
Crushing me with the gravity of your black hole heart.
Here I am, breaking apart.

-SLuR