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The Truth Shatters
The truth shatters before my eyes. A sea
Is made of broken glass, and I must swim.
Upon each crushing wave I see your face,
And there you shower me with wrong and hate.
You drown my hope. The glass, it cuts me deep.
The sky is blood; it rains dark crimson drops.
The glass, the blood, the sea, all seem unreal—
They seem a part of me, a wretched dream.
It's strange to think you've shown me pain just now.
The truth was always here, I think, in hiding.
And yes, these waves, they cut and cut. I cry
Each time, though not from pain, but lack thereof.
The feeling is far-gone. My mind bleeds out.
Truth sets me free, but tears my soul apart.