when you hit a wall

starting the downwards spiral

losing your iron grip on reality

it splits your soul

creating a safe haven

within the content of a burner phone

everything clutters

falling apart, straight for the heart

flames to sparkles

passion and lust become a burden

love and pain feels the stench of shame

who is to blame when passion burns up from its core

havent we all felt lost at certain moments

tormenting loved ones with build up walls

echo words in a marble hall.