All of the embers have turned to ash
And I am deaf to the noise
When they speak like shattered glass.
Dare to ask where Iâ€™ve been.
My head hosts rallies for the broken.
Problem is I am always stuck inside
And thatâ€™s where the poison hides.
Iâ€™ve got strong bones and eyes of gold
That sometimes ache and spill my soul.
But look at me, I hide it well.
I hide a mind birthed from hell