Broken By IsisMoon

Sitting thinking of the eternal pains of the past, my heart as if glass cannot handle the momentum of the impending doom slowly coming surely soon. My miseries ever apparent can no one see through this mortal flesh to see the shadow of my soul which holds untold mysteries of my agonies as the pain show plain in my eyes, yet only you see my disguise. Screams of torment escape my caged heart, the glass shatters yet remnants remain, yet things continually remain the same. Death seems to be the key to free me from my miseries. I am slowly dying, flying through the underworld seeking my place, yet I crave to see your face, to hear your voice, to feel your touch, though my heart shattered; I still love you so much.