a million pieces
it is how my dreams have become
little by little
every little break a little
multiply and increase
By next month
I'd be counting the billionth one
the reality is too real
I see nothing ticks my list
and I am slowly learning to accept
I am getting there
Now the darkness took over
The dreams I see in the night
My back of eyelids
grant me the solace
From the daily torture of day ones
Sometimes I see a face
who know how to sew those pieces
it is better I stay clear
These broken pieces would make a beautiful mosaic
But any tear ahead will be the sudden death,
I'd be too distorted for any new wreck.