“Then this girl completely shatters the window to my soul and crawls inside.”
“My eyes break open. Two shattered windows filling my mouth with glass.”
“...I could feel what was left of my soul just slipping away as I fed on that girl until she was totally and completely drained.”
“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...”
“If only we could crawl inside our dreams and live there. Why can't I live inside my dream?”
“The window of life is mirrored. And tinted. And shattered. And borrowed.”