So hollow...
People always say that letting go is easy,
That I should do whatever I can
To mend my broken heart,
Picking up all the shattered pieces,
Forging the jagged fragments together again...
What if I don't want to?
Maybe my heart cannot function any other way,
Perhaps I have become so used to it
That every time I pick up a piece,
I break it into thousands more;
It is endless.
So come;
Find me in the ancient ruins
That lie in front of the great lie
That is your holographic heart...
A phantom's touch...
Born from a liar's heart...
Seeing through death's eyes,
Past the necromancer's illusions,
Into the placid beauty of the night...