Around me
The world shatters
A precious soul
Shivers in the cold
Religion sets shelter asunder
Safety unknown
I long to take cover
In a place
That only we can find
A secret once held by a heart
I wish to give you my all
Though there is naught left to give
All I can see here
Behind these dull
Eyes of glass
The landscapes, darkened of ash
The remains, of what was
The eye of the past
A storm
when I once lived
There's you
Amidst it all
A memory haunting
Watching as I fall
As I fell
Over and over again
In L̶o̶v̶e̶
A place long gone
And here
A moment passed
A heart dead and burried
Under the ashed of a willow
Barren like fallen snow
Reflections of future
Splintered and cracked
Behind the mask's dull eyes
A marionette
With cut heart strings
Kaloriinn, James. Mason
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