On a broken shell rests a fading love,
For fear of hurting more he dare not move,
Under scorching sun and devilish rain he waits,
And everyday that comes by he hates,
Judging every breath as a traitor,
Not knowing he is his own creator.
And u dare not look into his heart,
Or you will meet a caged wild cat,
Always on the move and ready to scratch,
And its stunts you can never match,
For lovely unfair love is an evil thing,
And can change even the least living thing,
For fear of hurting more,
In a broken shell he still stand sore,
And in a hopeless state hopes for a miracle,
While standing tall in a devils tabernacle,
Hidden...I watch and pity him with every cell,
Hoping he'll rise and push away the empty shell.
