The grey days consume me
Time trickling like water beads
A thousand tears, are shed
A thousand needles, stab at my my heart,
Till it stifles the once shining star
Leaving me as a hollowed carcass

My heart, been through many hands
Each one tearing it away, piece by piece
Where they were the merciless marionettes
And I was the foolish puppet,
Lapping at their orders
Being played at by sinuous strings.