I never wish to speak again;
These foul words taint and spread the pain,
and thoughts, which only meant for good,
still burn as only fire could.

Now torn is what I have become.
These ragged ruins of myself,
are all that's left of who I was,
'fore I became a hollow shell.

And echoes riot through the grey,
through shadows where I now abide;
as my heart fights for words to say,
to friendly faces, from whom I hide.

For though I'm lost in shadows' plight,
my soul's still yearning for the light

and it's waiting for someone, anyone, to see,
this broken shadow, left bleeding...

...Is me...