Who knew that puzzle pieces could decay,
And leave a stench that never leaves your nose?
Who knew that crimson colors turn to gray?
Where there is scent of blood was scent of rose.
Were we too different or too far apart?
Where you once were is only broken bone.
I guess that's what you'd call a broken heart,
But blood's still pumping through my heart of stone.
I'm made of anger targeted at me,
The slightest move will likely aggravate.
I should be happy, hell, I'm finally free.
But I'm chained down by my own body weight.
I hate this dusk when once there was a dawn,
I want you badly, but the love is gone.