"Ask me if I'm sick and I would lie, I'm a mess, I'll tell you 'bout it later..." -Modern Skirts

"You turned your eyes to me, I felt it all..." -Sea Wolf

"It's what you didn't say that told me I'd get hurt again..." -I Nine

There's a burden in my chest that ceases not towards me
My cares it does not take upon itself
Nor does it yield to burning pains

A fire in my gut has started yearning
The being of becoming self has withered
And still the shame of loss haunts me

It moves in slow meanders as it creeps in towards my head
Its quiet footsteps weigh upon my mind
Yet whatever has become inside me cries

"Mercy," my poor heart screams, "Mercy to us all..."
"Careful, dear, my wholeness may be shattered."
Then, one by one, the pieces start to fall

As the short lived downfall's darkness falls on me
My face begins to crumble, carefully
(of course, ne'er does he notice...warily)