Tears never mean anything, if you never shed them.
Laments have no worth if you never say ‘em.
A curse means nothing if you did not mean it.
A future means nothing if you cannot reach it.
How long can a heart stand, open and raw?
Flea it with words and actions-but how long will it survive?
Will it give a final beat, a final rush of blood,
And then does it die?
Or something of nightmares, something of miracles,
Something if we were smart we wouldn't wish,
Laces itself around it and freezes the blood it contains regardless
Encompassing each vein in its frost, making us of cold blood with one whish.
I can scream, my heart can pound,
My back can be smashed to the ground,
But never will i let the seductive frost
take over my hear
Tears mean everything when they are shed.
Laments have such worth when they are said.
A curse is the sign of a broken heart,
With an unsure future and nowhere to start.
A mask is not necessarily without tears
A mask can show emotion
However it is the most dangerous of them all, do not be fearless
Because what it shows is amplified a thousand times inside-an ocean.