Transparent, Yeah I'm made of glass. Shards that were cut from the past. What’s left won’t hold, It just cuts to bone. Breath it pauses. Doesn't make a sound, like life is useless When you're not around. The wind takes it, Theft by gentle caress, No return. No mess. Just one moment less Hell, Even the moment doesn’t stop to notice it’s gone. Nothing breaks. Nothing follows. Just a soul that's hollow, With nowhere left to go.
