A story of a person who shuts the world away with their walls, which has crumbled upon them, leaving behind a graveyard in their heart.. .
Even from eternal night comes day
But with the glass in your lungs, there’s nothing to say
The glass was meant to keep out the hate
But can such feeble walls block out such darkness and fate?
The day you let your heart feel hatred, you broke inside
The day you let the darkness in, you died
The glass embedded in your skin reflects the light of sunrise
But your love for the outside world dies
Your hatred scorns both night and day
Crushed from glass and thorn, there’s nothing more to say
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