Smash down the barriers, and run through fire.
The cost of lost desire.
A necked noose and cut skin.
One final primal sin.
Swim oceans scared in the absence of shared emotions and devoid of devotions.
There’s no escaping the raping as they pillage.
A broken home makes smoke from a burned down village.
The cage of a tormented mind leaves only claw marks on the wall behind.
Seeing eyes grow blind.
Loving hearts no longer know to be kind.
Generous men no longer give.
Good men simply cease to live.
Champions fall.
Darkness calls.
Love is given, love can make, but love can take, and love can break.
Every tower built by love spoken is easily destroyed by the power of a heart broken.
Tenderness is weak.
I am a stone heart with two turned cheeks.