It wasn't until I was through with it,
that I realized all the damage these two hands can do.
Rather words spoken silently; redefining definitions to lyrics, that they didn't want to hear being sung.
Vast world of wonder-y, weary, & wounded souls.
All in her, & him, lied hope to prospect the reasoning with truth instead.
Answers to things like this remain hidden in their heads, ours.
Galaxies warping the stars of eyes,
divine & wretched obligations of a mad man's damnation.
I breathe to bleed the best blood that "iron man" has ever tasted;
the irony is tremendous, & all that's left is a sickening lilac lullaby that seems to amuse only the jaded. Harsh hands holding a hollowed heart have no holiness inside. Or at least they seem like they don't, 'cause they're so damn good at hiding it.