Cover up
So they can't see the scars
Oh foolish child
To think that they
Would bother anyway

Welcome to the garden
Of forbidden fruit
Caring is costly
And happiness is *****

Don't ask
They'll never see the scars
Don't tell
You're a blasphemy from hell

Life goes on
The moon proceeds
With its waxes and wanes
Ice grows thin
But yet it does not break

Trapped in a crowd
Of soulless faces
Didn't they ever tell you
Continuity is the opposite of change?

Oh foolish child
You never learn
And once again
The silver burns

Not pain that begets memory
But joy from trapped blood being set free

Not skin that never will be stitched
But velvet pools and satin strings

The silver burns
You love it so
Now wonder what
If they could know

You'd think they'd say
'Always be there'
But child oh child
They do not care

You'd beg for queries
In the most subtle way possible
But child oh child
They do not care

You'd sell your soul
To Lucifer
But talk is cheap
And you're not cold enough

To cut off all ties
Fallen in the ornate web of lies
Intricately spun
But the Black Widow is on the run

And then you see your face
On the underside of the blade
Look how far you've run
Toward the monster you've become

Not a devil of dark descent
But a storm
Well-hidden by the cascade of clouds
You're a hologram with a heart

And the cycle repeats itself
Butterfly with broken wings
Skeleton of stealth
Risen from the broken links

Lost in translation
Awaiting a pilgrimage to Hades
The petal that dries before it blossoms
Eternally anticipating its turn

Oh foolish child
You never learn
And once again
The silver burns