Pieces of Eight

The piece fits yet my heart cries a sorrow
Saddened and lonely as I walk the dusted path
Flowers trodden,grass all straw my heaven all a front
These tears a drowning pool

Last night was nearly over
This breath a rasp of roars
A fight on the continue
I live another day

So I must sparkle in this madness
Make every second count
You'll never know the ending
Blackness broken out