Ringing in his ears,
This voiceless echo smile.
Terror forming fears,
That match him every mile.

Perfect perforation,
Pieces of his soul.
Minor liquidation,
Still trying to be whole.

So carefully he measures,
These things that let him feel.
Too many guilty pleasures,
And his heart may never heal.

Treading on this jagged edge,
Thin line of love and hate.
Toes curled close around the ledge,
He learns to hesitate.

A moment of deception,
Has brought him down this path.
Now from loves' first conception,
His heart will feel the wrath.