Endless halls   deep bottomless corridors   where i have crawled through years of cold dead decay   reaching for something i could never hold onto   gripping around something so withering and fragile      i abused myself to a point where nothing was left   my days had become so gray and colorless   slowly the ashes where sweeping around me   falling deeper and deeper into dusk   now i realize my soul was tainted (in disgrace)      so hard a surface, yet so easily broken...   torn apart by truth and its sickening touch   words came out but were painfully spoken   i never knew it would hurt so much      so hard a surface, yet so easily broken...