Images of Broken Hearts

Dreams fall from the highest heights Collapsing without a sound in the dark of the night Shuddering and shaking, their broken bodies bleed The very essence of life's nuturing seed Images of broken hearts lure me in false pretense Their twisted words do their best to convince Hidden meanings to emerge from murky waters cold and deep You know, the queit spots where the secrets we keep Thinly veiled and held close to the breast They'd be far better off free, but we hold them there none the less Cruelties handed out, pain received with the ease of a casual kiss Entertainment surreal, life sublime, there's no where to turn in the fury of Midnight's hiss