NightmareFalse devotions grace your lips, Bruises are formed by your fingertips. In a nightmare of pain I cry out to be saved But in darkness, the healing delayed.Nightmare
When we reach the last tomorrow, Lose the heart and grace to sorrow. In life and love, I knew you well And now in flames we dance in hell.
A spiraling fate, a fiendish foe; All in a carriage drawn by woe On the streets of this night of fear -
Abandon hope, all who enter here.
PiecesThere once was a boy whose heart was broken. For a long time, he tried to fix it. He knew he couldn’t do it alone, so he tried to get other people to help him. But those people always made it worse. Some of them broke it into smaller pieces, some of them lost pieces, but most of them just had no idea what they were doing. Eventually, the boy gave up. He set his broken heart on the ground, and walked away. A girl picked it up and tapped him on the shoulder. “Is this yours?” she asked, holding the pieces carefully in cupped hands.Pieces
“Yes,” the boy said, “But it doesn’t matter. It’s broken
