My eyes are open but still I can't see. The world destroyed behind my eyes has blinded me. All the pain , all the crying , all the children and the dying has left a lesion in my chest. Still it beats, but with awkward time ,  This cold deformed heart of mine. I wish it had a warranty , I'd give it back. I'd trade this all to fade to black. but Alas , god forgot to attatch the reciept. Now i've become a brick through a window , writhing in deceit. "Can they all forgive me?"I often ask as I come barrelling through that fragile glass. How does it feel to be the one breaking? How does it feel to be in pieces on the floor? I hope you can taste the tears streaming down your face. When they rain , they pour.