Refractions of reality that hearts may be on display, and we all, to put it simply, might know what's in a name...
...I might leave behind one truthful piece
I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave
Sometimes we know what monsters are inside us... It's the unassuming darkness we forget about.