Depart

In here
It is aching, hurting, turning
O dear
A mess is made
And damn it; it is burning

In tears
I don't want to, I can't, I won't
My fears
More bricks get laid
And the ones I love, stoned

All over
Every single cell in my body erupts
Sinking lower
Into a deep place
Where no human heart can be touched

Rotten clover
Can never be forced to grow once more
Over my shoulder
I look as I leave without a trace
And my heart dies and fall onto the floor

I'm broken
Not to be fixed into something whole
Scattered in pieces
Fragments of your imagination
Each time you feel my wind blows

Never open
And that sound of doors shutting from within
Makes me mad
Drives me insane beyond explanation
And once again, me departure begins