Silent tears in this world of desperate desire to hold onto hope,
knowing it's a useless thing to do. Dreams running rampant,
while expectations and reality are drowning
like bodies filled with stones.

Souls branded with the word "broken" try to piece themselves
back together with parts of another. It's like trying to put mercury
instead of blood during a blood transfusion and expecting everything to be alright.

No cycle in a monochrome life, only a line:
Pain, sadness, sorrow, misery, death...
Then you're gone.