Consumed

The notes that you play

Are like whispers for the day

Consumed by the heart and devoured by fire

All the while spinning webs like a liar

The scars and the dreams are piece of hate

Sugar coated with pretend happiness and mixed with fate

The life that you live is just a lie

Everyone you hold dear will die

Everything you know will fall to shattered pieces of glass

Each cutting into you with a great forceful mass

To punish you, to enlighten you, and to make you see

That the causes of these dreams are well me