When you wake up one morning, there is a black hole in the middle of your chest,
A big scar
And when you look in the mirror, there is a lost child behind the wrinkles on your face,
A big patch.
When you always go to sleep alone and wake up alone,
When you start and finish alone,
When you drown and be saved inside yourself alone,
When you get broken and repair it alone,
When you get hit and bleed alone,
When you search and get lost inside yourself alone,
Your heart is in the hands of a murderer.
There is the silence of death on your face.
Scrappy, riddled, broken, shattered,
You are disappearing.
You are disappearing.