copper shadow
We live through sin's fragments,
A jagged edge to every bit—
A deceiving end, the war of tragic,
An act of love against ruins.
Oh—how the dark and light illuminated,
And for them to blink a fleeting glint.
The glint of sins poured sharp and sheer,
Threaded tight through love’s fragments.
We try to stitch each severed bit,
But the thread dissolves, leaving ruins.
And every attempt feels tragic,
Though in your eyes, a spark illuminated.
Illuminated shards cut through the glass,
Reflecting cracks in forgotten fragments.
Blood pools with every bitten bit;
You wear a crown of jagged ruins,
Your lips shaped in the twist of tragic,
Spitting out the glint of pasts unhidden.
Each glint a memory, each shard too thin,
You swallow the jagged shine of fragments.
They scrape your soul, each biting bit,
Leaving scars as wide as ruins—
The faces you’ve worn, the masks so tragic,
Splintered and illuminated by hidden light.
The ruins you wear, the ruins you hide—
A mirror etched with fractured fragments.
Your reflection screams in every bit,
But the cracks echo far too tragic.
Every sin, every love illuminated,
Flickering like an uncertain glint.
And still, the glint remains—a cruel light.
You tried to bury shards, but in fragments,
They rise, each piece a tragic hymn,
Each breath you take exhaling ruins.
Even as hope flickers, softly illuminated,
You hold the bits of yourself tharemain.
Each fragment you swallowed, illuminated,
Each ruin a glint of what once was tragic.
You carry the bits; they burn, yet still remain.