obsidian, pure dark
please don’t leave me alone
for to see things clearly
is the power of this stone
the truth is a dagger
in a songwriter’s heart
exposes rare beauty
then tears the place apart
and we don’t like to hear
the words that bring pain
because then we repeat them
just to hear them again
we cry when it hurts
but the pain stays the same
growing and throbbing
so we all go insane