When your fears turns to tears, and dreams crumble into decaying debris.
When salvation becomes the barrel of a loaded gun and you drink your poison to numb the pain.
When every fibre of you soul is manipulated like a marionette’s strings, pushed and pulled beyond you will.
When a heart doesn’t break, but it cracks and shatters into millions of pieces lifting into the night sky to join the stars.
When the words have been spoken and all feelings gone.
That is when it’s the end.