The filth of hurt lie
within these hands;
cannot see the beauty so denied
from diamonds in the rut onto lands.
Sadness...
Controlled in these smut to be revert
these egoes we hold dearly,
for apart of us our covered in dirt,
needing to be cleansed clearly.
Pain....
The sparkle that shine in us
cannot sustain the light, so deep
below we stay hidden obsessing,
things we cannot obtain
through enternal sleep.
Egoes...

