Give it a chance,
          That's what they say.
It really can't hurt,
   Come on kid, let's play.
          You've not much to lose,
Look what you could win.
   Pour out your pride,
          Place it here in this bin.
Now come on take these dice,
    Give a blow, then a roll.
          Looks like you're a beginner,
Landed right in the hole.
    Yes I see that you're stuck,
          But I can't help you out.
The games rigged you say?
    Why yes, without a doubt.
          My time here is limited,
I have places to be.
    No redo's kid,
          This game isn't free.

Is the soul so empty that we need that of another to fill what we lack?
  Or do we simply have so much to offer that we feel the need to share that with someone who has not?
  It is a mysterious thing, our soul.
  Like the depths of the unknown ocean.
  Hiding things that have been forever here, that we search for but may never find.
  We spend our present time on a journey looking for what we think may complete us.
  Searching for a puzzle piece with an unknown shape, unknown colors and unknown location.
  But we know it is somewhere,
  So we continue on.
  Trying to find a puzzle piece, yet we are not sure.
  Not sure if it a piece that we are looking for, or an opening for our piece to complete.
  But we continue and will forever,
  Because we know there is something that will fulfill our unfinished journey.
  We just don't know what it is until we find it, or it finds us.

The fog is building
      Shrouding my mind
   I can feel it squeezing it's was through the open crevasses of my blank thoughts
Pushing and prying
      The numbness intensifying
         My insides are dying
           Outside I'm crying
              It looks all too familiar
            Red flags rise
           My presence isn't welcomed
         Escape is but a religion
       So I pray
         To relieve me from my stay
            But I know I'll be back again some
              day.

You're tearing me apart.
Poking and prodding at my microscopic sense of sanity.
You break me down , but make me feel so high.
You bring out my smile, but make me want to cry.
I'm lost.
But I'm lost in you.
Your voice leaves me dumbfounded.
All I am is ready to blow,
And only you can reconnect the displaced shrapnel from my heart.
It doesn't make sense.
You made me, and just as easily broke me.
Why am I thirsting for more?
The mind is a weird thing, the way it works.
I hate you.
I hate you with a fiery passion, one just enough to keep me warm in this unbearable cold.
You ruined me, so now I'm asking you to undo the damage.

You broke me.
And you still have some pieces.
Important pieces.
I would like them back.
But I want you to help me put them where they belong..