Chards of glass and broken dreams,
Decorate me as I fall,
Baptized in a pool of sorrow,
Faint memories of standing tall,

Open me up to see inside,
Run your fingers through my decay,
With rainy thoughts and crippled hopes,
It's the place I'm forced to stay,

Beaming light will radiate,
Illuminates the hurt,
The laughing clowns have everything,
I'm now left holding dirt,

Invisible to the outside world,
My sun will never shine,
The cracks on my knees now separate,
Wasted faith on vacant skies,

The hour hand has damaged deep,
Punctured pride and worn,
Pursecuted to the full degree,
As I wear this crown of thorns,

The greyish matter that once was me,
Motionless in this cellar of hate,
My soul grows mold too late to save,
Rotted dreams will have to wait......