Broken realities,
Fists clenched,
Ashes of mine blow in the winds, I have nothing left.
Tears burning,
Heart is stolen.
So empty inside, WHY do I need SOMEONE on my side?
Spine slouching, voice too frail.
You pound at my rotting corpse.
Dying birds are my soul.
Life as I feel it, you could never know.
Ashes, dark infinite space, death, blood, it hurts, especially the fact that I can NOT find the **** escape!
Becoming sand, I'm grown up and up again.
Struggling, holding on for dearest life while every little thing stabs me like a knife.
I'm falling ever so silently like a napkin off a cliff.
But this my background people dismiss.
If the wind blows too hard, nothing will be left.
Oh wait its already gone,
its been this pattern for so very long.