Under the surface

Under the surface of my pure, my own heart,
there is a world that you will never get to see,
and I? I will never find again the thousand parts;
The chains too strong to break - to get free.

Marked from pain, I'm battle-scarred, I'm lost,
when will this pain do wane? For what cost?

Under the earth, the rivers streaming, like my love,
my never ending that was what I have thought once,
but now it's dry - there was a love filled cove;
and all what was inside, what streamed, has gone.

Gave in to sorrow, to death himself, or seemed to be,
when will you understand - you can't look inside of me.