Slivers of shards
cutting deep
this rain;
cold like
a razor
sharp in its
pain

I stand here
against
my stained glass
soul
as the echo
of the ache
breaks
on a story
untold

Turn the knife
of your eyes
expecting
to see
some perfect
vision
and version
of me

The shadow
of time
has swallowed
again
All the hope
we held
in the hearts
of men

Dance to the tune
The melancholy
divide
and dream
of the song
this dark night
yet hides