Heart of all things filled with strength.

He stands with shaky legs,

And his soul yearns for the warmth of hope.

The night stabs him with its coldness,

And the day tries to heal his wounds.

He sees the glass from his own shattered promises,

And with every step he bleeds.

His teeth murmur secrets,

Quietly.

The escape is his future,

But the past wraps him up,

Leaving him without a single breath.

He stares into empty skies, 

Failing to touch the idea that in his head,

Lay all his answers.