Oh, this world of mine is burning,
But I can’t seem to stop exploring its embers.
I am still searching for…
For something that’s missing.
My hands and feet are charred,
But I can’t stop pursuing.

I know I can never stop searching
I have only found it once...
A long time ago.
But have forgotten what it looks like,
What it feels like
And all that remains of it is the sound it made.
It was the sound of happiness
All that I can hear is the waters of sorrow.

When can I stop looking?
My feet are tired,
their nerves are dead already,
My hands are scorched,
they can barely move,
My body is exhausted and tired,
But my heart is yearning for it.
It wants this pain
To replace the pain
of that missing piece.

The light casts a shadow
And the shadow eases the pain.
Quiets the screams of the forgotten voice,
...But comforting a growing emptiness
And sometimes I scream along,
As if to mimic it,
as if it isn’t lost yet.
But no matter the screams,
no matter the bleeding,
I am empty and without it.

My heart is bleeding
It feels like it’s all dried out,
Like its blood ran empty
when the missing piece got away.
When will the blood flow again?
When will I find that missing piece?