Drown out by the waste
but caught by the emotion
Simple things that we ponder
left without notion

On the seam
of twisted time
through the needle
I can't define

I am pieced together
with poison thread
Black and white
and nothing read

Worn out clothes
and worn out shoes
I walked for miles
through and through

Judge me not
for I can see
Dusted down
and fallen trees

I lay in dreams
on a ***** bed
Nothing to hear
I bury my head

Ten seconds of hurtful words can do damage for a lifetime

Walk on the tight rope of life and watch the world crumble below you

I sang to the sad man
only to hear my own echo
Reflections pitched in a confused tone,
dancing with silent partners in an empty ballroom.

Circles of sound filled the chamberhall,
nothing heard but the feather that hit the floor
It was me, talking to myself, my whispers imbedded inside my empty head.

I heard the final pin drop.
A lost echo no more.

Sorrow is my sinking in an empty dream,
beckoning impulses slashed by the simple vision of broken time

You are my heart and soul
You are my simple breath that keeps me grounded