endless halls
deep bottomless corridors
where i have crawled through years of cold dead decay
reaching for something i
could never hold onto
gripping around something so withering and fragile
i abused myself to a point where nothing was left
my
days had become so gray and colorless
slowly the ashes where sweeping around me
falling deeper and deeper into dusk
now i realize
my soul was tainted (in disgrace)
so hard a surface, yet so easily broken...
torn apart by truth and its sickening
touch
words came out but were painfully spoken
i never knew it would hurt so much
so hard a surface, yet so easily
broken...
