The paradox in which this situation has teetered on

Is one of unlikely occurrences happening simultaneously

A twisted panamine of light and darkness mixing to create balance

On an unsafe structure that once was a heart

Hollowed out and Barron with the cuts of its past

Bleeding to be explored beyond the harsh thrills of reality

An escape to this fortress of solitude where pain was once written

Trying now to be healed from the scars that once harbored there

Cultivated by the ambiance that once was a painted mural

On the blood soaked walls crafted within these halls

Pumping to regain the strength that once gave it life

Beating once again to be loved by someone worthy

The heart in which dies and comes alive many times throughout life

But rerouting the system can only happen through bolts of lightning

And determination to fall to recreate that solitary nerve

Of hope that maybe one day what's now dead could be revived.