All that Remains

Of Paper and Pain

Shrug off the weight of things that should matter?

Ignore all that it is in its pile of pain?

Reach into my own chest and feel the shattered remnants of a glass heart?

The singed crinkling of paper skin as it is burned by wings of fire?

Cry diamond tears as they glisten in starry eyes?

The fire; a passion so deep for someone too delicate.

The diamonds; made to be borrowed by others and never returned.

The paper; far to thin a skin for someone who flies with flame.

The pain; a load too much for young stars.

The fire, the diamonds

The paper, the pain

Alas, all it is

In what it remains

What would it matter if this world fell apart?

Why did we even bother to start?

Why did I try to take off with my wings?

I soon fell apart, cut from the strings

Why did I ever think I could strive?

In this world, in which so few survive

How did this turn to something so dark?

Rapt my attention, drowned in my heart

For I am delicate, and easily broken,

Far, long ago, from a world that's awoken

So why do I do this? I am quite insane

For I am the one, who finds pleasure in pain