If you look underneath peace, you might hear the echo of one's hand clenching yours so tight that it bleeds, but you too are scared to let go

The holes in our hearts widen with each new step, but maybe the red tears leave way for golden glades to pinch them shut

A broken bone is such like the broken mind of the grief stricken, although it can be repaired, the scars of discolored pain and suffering can never fully heal

Gliding through the snow and gruff of love is an explosive game, for if you sink the blood red heart of another may never let you leave

If you look underneath chaos, you soul will widen, same as your heart, and you will see that the whiteness of peace and the blackness of chaos are both gray in the eyes of a lover