Crack,
Goes the little black heart.
Crumble,
Goes the pieces.
The tears are showing again.
Crimson redemption is upon me.
Let the flames takes me away.

If I smash my hand into a mirror
It may release some of rage,
But it’s only a band-aid on a gaping wound
Scars that still gush my life’s blood

I seek another love to “fix” me,
I am disgusted in myself
For feeling as though I am broken
A twisted reflection of frustration and loneliness

I am falling apart
And can’t pick up the pieces
The cracks are so beautiful
But, the shards cut so deep

Why are there so many?
They haunt my ******* dreams
Get out of my ******* head
Give me my life back

I am so ******* angry
All the time
At everything
Why won’t the music drown out my thoughts

When I’m finally broken
Who will pick up my pieces?
When I cannot stand
Who’s arms will I fall into?
When the liquor runs dry
And the blood begins to clot
Who will be my new vice?
Who will be the final peace I am missing?