There is no soul for those who inflict pain

Divided by substance, damaged in this game

There is no solace, solitude or solution

For what you have done has caused pollution and confusion

One must have no conscience or breathes nonsense

For you must be confident and content but never out of context

Why else would you have done what you did?

The one solid thing in your life in which you got rid

Replaced it with something no where close to what you had

But then again you’re pleased with it and not sad

Order could be restored but it doesn’t seem likely

Especially since it doesn’t faze you, not even slightly

No one should be left in the dust with tears shed

With a heart so broken that all it’s done is bled

Mended only if not fixed up coldly

And if given that chance to never again feel so lonely

There is no way in which the mind tells the heart

To shatter ones love by breaking it apart

The more damage done the deeper the soul seeps

And a key not up for keeps as gently the heart weeps