Heart of Glass

The orphan once again stained his hand

In reddened names, he's since forgot

Striking steel upon his silent flame

Knowing his hands won't hold any say

Prayers fall upon his hollowed blades

Breathing life in steel, birthing blood to glass

So when breaking, he's something to leak

And while parting, he bears his say

Hollow and unforgiven, the pale orphan

Standing every second with stale wishes,

Mistreated on hopes of coming days

Imprisoned by red burdens on his name