It shines at the outside....
But inside it becomes dull.....
No opening.....
No chance.....
Opportunity becomes null....
Moment goes still....
The life seems over....
Nowhere left is the way....
Just the empty pride...
About to die....
But why.....
Asks the heart.....
The blade in the hand....
Seems fine....
But it's of no use....
Because the one broken....
Is not the blade.....
But our spirit...
To fight back....
And sometimes our heart.....
But the will....
Is not yet apart.......