Indefinate

Blackened hearts and opened scars The things that tear worlds apart Sitting heavy on the chest of someone's lonliness. A heart still beating bare Nothing to hide it's shadows Lying indefinately in distilled air Deep inside it's almost hollow Throwing salt on this wound Hurts more than ever but i will close. Even though it's bleeding through it's not confused. The blood will cease It'll heal and all you'll see is a scar. A memory and thoughts that have gone stale. The tracks on a path of action that may have decreased, Nothing Left but a scar, a heart, and a memory.