The glass is already shattered.
The whole house looks like it's beaten and battered.
The darkness inside of you and me
has shown itself to be
way more than just a shadow.
His plan is as old as time—maybe even longer:
weasel his way in, then… just divide and conquer.
He plants his little seed,
then watches from afar
as we break each other's hearts.
We always knew that he was there,
though at first, we didn’t much care.
We knew his presence was strong
but thought our love would never steer us wrong.
But if he can get us to turn on each other
without lifting a finger—then why bother?
Who better to hurt you
than the one you love the most?
Who better to **** a heart than its host?
And instead of purging him out,
we invited him in—
even showed him around.
We held the key to every door,
but every time, chose the same as before.
As you and I fought for control,
he set up shop and claimed his role.
We were so busy, neither of us caught it.
By the time we did, it was too late to stop it.
Pain, anger, and regret eventually take their toll,
until we forget how it feels to be whole.
The cut runs deeper still
when we realize it was done by our own free will.
Now the only question that remains…
is what happens next
when we turn the page?
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
The glass is already shattered.
The whole house looks like it's beaten and battered.
The darkness inside of you and me
has shown itself to be
way more than just a shadow.
His plan is as old as time—maybe even longer:
weasel his way in, then… just divide and conquer.
He plants his little seed,
then watches from afar
as we break each other's hearts.
We always knew that he was there,
though at first, we didn’t much care.
We knew his presence was strong
but thought our love would never steer us wrong.
But if he can get us to turn on each other
without lifting a finger—then why bother?
Who better to hurt you
than the one you love the most?
Who better to **** a heart than its host?
And instead of purging him out,
we invited him in—
even showed him around.
We held the key to every door,
but every time, chose the same as before.
As you and I fought for control,
he set up shop and claimed his role.
We were so busy, neither of us caught it.
By the time we did, it was too late to stop it.
Pain, anger, and regret eventually take their toll,
until we forget how it feels to be whole.
The cut runs deeper still
when we realize it was done by our own free will.
Now the only question that remains…
is what happens next
when we turn the page?
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