The hundred pieces of me,
They are found hanging from a lifeless tree , I break and all of them get free  
one cries and ,other tries to be free  one dips in the muckey waters of melanchonly while, other smiles forlornly.
One piece wailes, while other sings, songs of sirens of what it could be.    one piece becomes cold white,  other turn amber green .
One is weeping in the corner,  other hangs from the chandelier singing songs of the free.
Even when they try to come together, there are cracks which still separate them from one another.
 Like a haunted house full of brazen deserted trees