Feels like it always fails,
Never really does…
Hearts break when the Phantom’s cued,
Who is producing this outcome?
The person standing behind spotlights being shone,
Displaying every bud crushed!
By their fingertips?..
Whether it’s a message written in blood,
Stab wounds to the spine of your brethren,
For anyone deciding to face every truth,
They once could not bare…