Some people listen to reasons
But all they hear are excuses
Because they have no heart
Only a cold lack of compassion
Are you hearing what is being cried out
From the depths of a broken soul
Or are you only reading
Your own blackened expressions
You've mirrored on other's faces
Throw yourself into
The fires of judgement
So they can melt your dead hardened heart
And blood will follow again
And it will beat again
Then your countenance will be spirited
Alive and inviting
You'll escape the hell of your own making