Emo

Glass

As transparent as glass,
our palms tightly grabbing hold
Light waves penetrate fast,
in heart shaped formation it flows
A nature of shapeshifting weight,
an array of different burdens,
Causes one to feel most alive and dead.
A variation of peace and disturbance.
In this world many carry this orb,
never did I expect us to carry one this day
equipped a thousand fierce battles fought
but not all carried it all the way.
Brittle in nature,collisions induces shattering,
Fragments soar, slice. blood gushes fast
An endothermic explosion occuring
Echo-ing so loud and like a dagger's thrust
The contents of this mystic artefact,
crafted so precisely by our soul.
For the destruction of an artwork so abstract,
Relentlessly and especially on it's painters, take it's toll.
This orb was never meant to be held in solittude,
Two pair of hands intersect and support it's base
Just like two hands puppet the tune on a flute
without union,disintegratation of melody takes place.
Lets pray our orb will never shatter,
supporting it's foundation forever.
intact and at heart level
and the contemplation of gentle release never occur.