Song quote: “Iris stabber with a glass, I’m collecting until the jar full” 1 pm tomorrow? by Zotiyac

With glass in hand, I pierce the iris,
A stab so sharp, a pain so timeless,
Emotions flow, a jar to fill,
Collecting until, it overfills.

A vessel of glass, to hold it all,
A treasure trove, of rises and falls,
The weight of it, a heavy load,
But I must collect, before it explodes.

My heart aches, my mind a mess,
Each shard of pain, I cannot suppress,
I gather them all, one by one,
Storing them away, until I am done.

The iris stabber, a tool I wield,
To hold my feelings, and never yield,
Until the jar is filled to the brim,
And I can finally breathe, and start again.