Can you hear now the sound of the breaking of the cracks the aching of the curves of the loss of happy tone, can you now see the falling of the pieces and the splinters of the creases in the broken glass, Do you feel the edges once were smooth and cool to touch, that once could not hurt you so now as sharp as tooth and bone, can you see what now has done the broken parts the glass undone, can it be that instead of caressed and held it was smashed all to hell, instead of cherished as it should, it was crushed and thrown to kill, can it be seen that the parts are testament to the things undone, can be it remade and clean, see now I hope you do, that the glass is like so many things that were at one time that now are not, to much perhaps for the glass to take, so much like glass.
- Written by Robert Stayton
I have hurt, and again, and again, and once more the pain has wracked across my mind and chest, my eyes and tears, my fingers and lips, I have hurt again and it flows deeper than the blood of the earth, hurts longer then the destruction of the innocent, angers me more than the fire of the earth, the liquid hate for which pours out through wounds in the once perfect surface, and for which I will not dedicate time to lose, I have hurt but I will press on, and when it falls apart I will be strong, judge if you will, the words now written, but ill be better off in the end, then you can imagine, I must look within myself, two paths now lay open, both a trail of tears, one of self and the other of them, it is time to choose the path, the winds of fate have swept us here, and now as the sun sets and time slows, there will be blood, tears, smiles and laughs, or there will be nothing, but the alone.
- By Robert Stayton
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