Lullabies no longer soothe,
The voices hiding,
Behind the many masks,
You've torn and tugged,
From me.

Empty bodies fuelled,
By self-masochism,
In truth the,
Hurting pleases,
One hit, two hit, fall.

The hurting pain,
Remedies,
A life time,
Of escalating,
Misery, woe is me.

It isn't a lie,
To wish for a,
Deadly game,
Of cross your heart,
Oh hoping to die.

Lost selves,
Blanket tears cried,
Telling tales of,
Kisses with,
Fists.

Rendering love,
Better than none,
Crazy, bitter,
Mind so,
Benign.

Those trusted few,
Never would they,
Have knew, how that,
Wind,
Howled,
And
Blew.

Shattered.

A
Million
Little
Pie­ces.

© Sia Jane