"You played me like a game. Only I didn't notice until I was grieving for my losses."

The pouring rain is being shattered on the rocks slowly and painfully like a glass being broken into small shards so I am.

Like glass destined to break, we shattered; far worse than break.
Walking on the shards of yesterdays ever haunting,
One is left to question, One is left wanting.
More than is seen with the eye, a truth without disguise.
That it could be: the glass could be whole,
Instead of ever longing the touch of your soul.
Swayed to chance, drawn by gravity, an inevitable tragedy, the devil's grant.
One glass still standing, half empty half full,
Waiting, no, longing for gravity's pull.

Someday the light will guide you home,
And it'll click, move together, and you'll suddenly know
That even though you're tired and your heart has run cold,
Your soul is not shattered and you're not completely alone.

My patience is chipping
It falls to the ground leaving marks
I can't
You've out-smarted me
Im done
You win
Good job
Im broken
And can only be put back together
With the glue of your love

The hour is slim!
This is the tangled time,
the time that heavy
with want
becomes the jaws
for open thighs.
Her tasty flesh renders
the cleft of wet truth.
Persephone can slake,
can shatter my ache,
when,
enthralled against
the serpent earth
with
legs knotted,
we
lay tangled in ancient ruin.

re-edit
words  Tommy Carroll

Im starting to write less and less
and Its scaring me
because I either have no sufferings to write about
or Its all become to much
which one?
how will I know?
whats wrong with my head
Its all twisted up inside
knotted guts struggling to chew through knowledge
am I maturing?
or am I finally turning to dust
I'm sorry if I'm not so sweet to hold,
its difficult when you slip through gaps
like the ones in your fingers
and the holes in your heart