A guilty heart clenches within
Painfully squeezing at the sight
Of their mortal wounds
As their hands feel my rough ridges
And the pulsating prowess
Lurking beneath the dark veins

What they see
Is a stubborn oddity
Waiting
To be sculpted to perfection
Waiting
To be poked and prodded

What they don't see
Are the ruins all around
That had been once gilded to perfection
Everything that had once
Etched deep into their hearts
Like the smiles on their fearful faces
Soon turned to dustm

What they don't see
Are the jagged marks
From breaking too many times
Everything that had once
Risen high into the sky,
Pillars of good intentions
Had been shattered