We are the Shattered
We are the destroyed
We are but hollow husks
W are not
We are the dead.

This is our curse
This is our strength
We cannot be broken
In this form
we are free
we are immortal

We have no form
we have nothing
and thus
cannot be crushed

Our pain
is our strength
For the shattered
cannot be crushed.

Another random piece

Slowly falling
Tumbling down
Twisting through the air

Touching the ground
Spread around
Bringing sound to emptiness

Both tear of pain
and bringer of life
So beautiful

glints of light
on darkest days
So strong, the rain