Some feelings never leave, they’re stuck between the cracks
of that frail heart of yours
that he so easily snapped.
then he took the broken pieces and he fed them to the night,
so you could never love somebody new,
only feel the loneliness of starlight.
You use to be warm and gracious,
an angel some would say,
but Satan’s on your shoulders now and feeds off your heartache.
~ ‘To The Dark’