Prisms

Glass shattered reflection 
A thousand tiny cuts 
I got broken inside 
Organs crucified 

That a person can be beyond repair 

Loves bleeding sacrifice 
Lamb to the slaughterhouse 
Blind in a labyrinth 
Scattered prisms glare 

Blood ice crystals flow 
Internal rivers froze 

Pray the storm within will fade 
Flowing in my veins 
Too many memories 
Mourn for calm of grey 
Tiny slivers of prisms 
Flowing in my veins 
Too many memories 
Mourn for calm of grey 

That a person can be beyond repair