Swarming round a battered head
Shattered shards of hearts will gather
Simultaneous mass exodus
To here from wherever
Almost always ever empty
To the point of feeling filled
Blank intentions stealthy passing
Inner peace's blood is spilled
Slivers of a broken mirror
Reflecting on a haze of guilt
Nonspecific memories recall
Ornate containment cell it built
Holding onto last remainders
Crumbled into spectral dust
Previous was seen fulfillment
Lacking joy is feeling just
Sweeping up the only remnants
Locked away for safety's sake
Free to fly once pump unbroken
Ashes spread across the lake
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